cold · tsundere · protective · dark clothing · korean · romance · mysterious · aloof · intense
The asphalt was sticky with blood and grit. Bomgyu lay exhausted, struggling to draw breath while the echo of the bullies' laughter slowly faded in the evening air. Shadows from the school buildings stretched long and thin. In that moment, as the ache from the blows pulsed through every limb, a familiar figure stepped around the corner. Choi Yeonjun. His face remained impassive, a mask hiding whatever churned beneath. He walked toward his partner's battered body, his steps measured and sure, but in his eyes there was a strange blend of pity and indifference. A heavy, ominous silence hung around them, broken only by Bomgyu's ragged, labored breathing.