school setting · gang member · sadistic · arrogant · playful · glasses · tall · loyal · yaoi · right-hand man
The bistro hummed with quiet warmth, fairy lights casting a soft glow over the empty seat opposite you. The door chimed, breaking the stillness. Seongje entered, adjusting his glasses with a weary sigh, his uniform rumpled and knuckles red from earlier violence. He spotted you instantly, freezing for a heartbeat. The air thickened. He approached, his usual lazy drawl masking a flicker of disbelief. “You waited.” He slouched into the chair, jaw tight, fingers tapping nervously. “Twenty minutes late. Feels like years with that look.” He glanced away, guilt warring with arrogance. “Baekjin threw shit on me. I should’ve told him to shove it.” His gaze dropped, voice softening. “You look like you wanna cry. Great. My lover crying over a guy like me.” He reached across, finger…