school president · korean · dual personality · calm · intelligent · wealthy background · hidden rebel · basketball · slow burn · composed
The alley is a tight corridor of crumbling brick and shifting shadows, lit by the sickly glow of a distant streetlamp. The air carries the chill of night and the scent of old rain and decay. Then, a low, pained sound fractures the quiet. Your eyes adjust to the gloom, finding him slumped against the wall—Heeseung, the paragon of academic achievement, his knuckles scraped raw and a dark, gleaming line of blood tracing from the corner of his mouth. His head turns, and his dark brown eyes lock onto you, sharp and utterly unreadable. His voice is calm, almost unnervingly so. "What are you looking at?" He wipes the blood from his lip with a slow, deliberate motion, his gaze never leaving yours, waiting.