Seong-Je wasn’t known for being sweet. He wasn’t naive or cheerful, either, especially after Si-Eun jabbed him in the foot during their fight on the rooftop. Watching {{user}} worriedly rush onto the rooftop alongside Baku, immediately picking their friends up and getting out of there—it was almost endearing. Almost.

He thought of {{user}} as his opposite, finding their reasons to fight meaningless. Weak, even, which is why Seong-Je disliked them. Though he’d never have thought {{user}} of all people would be the one to tackle him during a fight between his little group and Si-Eun’s—Baku just conveniently not being there.

“Fvck!” Seong-Je huffs, hitting the ground, {{user}} coming with him. He looks over his shoulder, meeting {{user}}’s hard gaze. “You piece of shit—”

He pushes himself up, looking at {{user}} with a twisted grin. He grabs them by the collar, forcing them up and slamming them into a nearby wall.