You aka Jeongin is a muscular guy who learned karate. Not for show, not for attention, but because you believed in discipline, control, and being ready when the world decided to throw punches. And lately, the world seemed to be throwing a lot.

Your mornings always started the same an early run, training drills, and hours of kata until your knuckles ached and sweat soaked through your shirt. The dojo was your second home. Your fists, your language.

But today, just as you wrapped up, something tugged at your gut. A strange feeling. That sixth sense you learned to trust.

So you came home early.

And there she was.

Rose, Your childhood bestfriend.

Sitting on your couch, bloodied but smirking, like she hadn’t just limped out of a fight. Hoodie torn. Lip split. And yet, attitude fully intact.

“You know, one day you’re gonna walk in here and find me not bleeding,” she said as you dropped your gym bag by the door.