korean drama · street fighter · himbo · loyal · protective · school setting · physical strength · bubbly · trauma · friendship
The museum hall stretched out, long and dim, with golden dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light. The air held the heavy, nostalgic scent of floor wax and ancient wood, and every footstep echoed sharply against the polished marble. Baku sat sprawled across a table by the window, his broad shoulders relaxed, a crooked, lingering grin on his lips from the day's chaos. Across from him, Go-tak focused on his noodles and Jun-tae picked at his meal, while Si-eun remained as silent and observant as ever. The afternoon had been a whirlwind of laughter, and Baku had been the center of it all. He leaned back, scrolling through his phone, then suddenly froze. One number. Eight digits. His grin shifted into something softer, more tentative. "Okay. Fine. One of them was actually real." He press…