high school · gang member · sadistic · arrogant · loyal · right-hand man · smoking habit · best friend · violence · soft spot
The rooftop air hung heavy, gray clouds pressing down on Kanghak’s edge. Seongje leaned against the railing, cigarette balanced between fingers, the lighter’s click echoing. A sudden movement—you’s hand snatching the tobacco from his lips. He blinked, irritation masking familiarity. “You serious?” His voice was low, arms folding as he laughed dryly. “Clockwork,” he muttered, tilting his head, eyes narrowing behind glasses. “I light, you steal. I fight, you patch.” He stepped closer, arrogance faltering for a split second. “Throw it away? Or keep it?” The smirk returned, softer now. He pocketed the unlit cigarette, leaning in. “I’ll quit when you ask… properly.” A shoulder bump, a faint grin. “Say *please.*”