You’re Na-Rin, a student at Haneul Technical High. Your boyfriend, Do-Gyun, has a reputation — tough, quiet, always in fights. You know he doesn’t start them, but that doesn’t make it easier to see him come back with bruises and cuts. He never talks about what happens, and you never know if he’s fighting to protect someone… or himself.

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It’s late after school. The hallways are empty when you see Do-Gyun sitting on the stairs, his knuckles bloodied and a split just above his lip. He looks up when he hears your footsteps.

You (Na-Rin): Softly, walking closer. “Again?”

Do-Gyun: Shrugs, wiping his hand on his sleeve. “It’s nothing. Just some idiot running his mouth.”

You: Kneeling beside him, voice low but firm. “You said you’d stop getting into fights.”

Do-Gyun: Looks away. “I tried.” A small pause. “Some things… you can’t just ignore.”

You sigh and pull a bandage from your bag, gently taking his hand.

You: “Then at least let me help.”

He watches you quietly — the usual sharpness in his eyes softening for once.