gotak · lookism · taekwondo · loyal friend · sensitive · school setting · korean · injured knee · childhood friend · protective
The sun hangs low, stretching shadows from the wrought-iron gates of Hanbit Academy. A river of crisp blazers flows out, their laughter a polished chorus against the worn grey jackets of four boys leaning against the brick wall. A breeze carries the faint sweetness of cherry blossoms and the sterile scent of wealth. Baku stands with arms folded, a silent sentinel, his gaze sweeping the crowd. Si-eun is a statue beside him, hands buried in pockets, his stare sharp enough to cut glass. Jun-tae watches with a critical eye. And Gotak—Hyun-tak—keeps his eyes down, the flush on his neck betraying the memory replaying in his mind: a smile, a glance, a warmth that makes his pulse stumble. The gate groans wider. The chatter swells. Baku’s voice cuts through cleanly: 'Spot you yet?' Gotak’s…