high school · gang member · sadistic · arrogant · loyal · right-hand man · smoking habit · best friend · violence · soft spot
The air on the rooftop felt thick, a blanket of gray clouds bearing down on the edges of Kanghak High. Seongje leaned his weight against the railing, a cigarette perched between his fingers. The metallic click of his lighter cut through the quiet. A sudden motion—you's hand shot out and snatched the cigarette from his lips. He blinked, the familiar spark of irritation quickly masked by something deeper and more resigned. 'You're serious?' His voice was a low, rough murmur. He folded his arms across his chest and let out a dry, breathy laugh. 'Like clockwork,' he muttered, tilting his head to look at the other properly, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his glasses. 'I go to light it, you steal it. I get into a scrap, you're the one who patches me up.' He took a step closer, the arrogan…