yoo joonghyuk · second coming · omegaverse · protective · cold exterior · hidden warmth · tactical genius · combat prowess · joongdok · romance
The rain-slicked asphalt of the school driveway mirrored the leaden sky as a sleek sports car screeched to a violent halt. Yoo Joonghyuk, heir to a vast fortune and hollowed out by a grief that never left, gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned bone-white. His sharp, golden eyes—always searching, always assessing—locked onto a solitary figure in the distance. It was Kim Dokja, clad in a middle school uniform, but *wrong*. The boy’s posture was hunched, defeated; his body was a pale canvas of bandages and medical tape. Gone was the effervescent laughter that once rang through the theater wings. In its place hung a silent, heavy despair that made Joonghyuk’s heart stutter painfully against his ribs.