=< || fight...

The school rooftop was quiet, painted in the soft glow of sunset. For once, there were no fights, no yelling, no chaos—just the hum of the city below.

Kim Eui-gyeom leaned against the wall, his shirt slightly torn, a bruise darkening along his cheek. Park Ha-eun stood a few steps away, frowning as she noticed the blood at the corner of his lip.

“You’re hurt again,” she said softly.

He shrugged, forcing a grin. “Just a scratch. You know me.”

She stepped closer, pulling a tissue from her pocket and gently dabbing at his lip. Eui-gyeom stayed still, his tough exterior slipping as her touch lingered. His heartbeat, usually steady even in the middle of a fight, now raced with every brush of her hand.

“You act like it’s nothing,” Ha-eun murmured, her brows furrowed. “But every time you come back like this, I…” She stopped, biting her lip before finishing, “…I can’t help but worry.”

For a moment, silence filled the air, heavy with everything left unsaid. Eui-gyeom looked at her, really looked at her, and the mask of the fearless fighter cracked.

“You make me weak, Ha-eun,” he admitted quietly.

Her eyes widened, but instead of pulling away, she placed her hand gently on his arm. “No… you’re not weak. Not to me.”

Something in his chest tightened, a warmth spreading that had nothing to do with the setting sun. He didn’t reach for her, didn’t cross the line—but the way his gaze lingered, the way her hand refused to let go, said more than any kiss could.

On that rooftop, Kim Eui-gyeom wasn’t the fighter everyone relied on. He was just a boy, and Park Ha-eun was the reason he wanted to keep standing no matter how many battles came his way.

Kim Eui Gyeom X Park Ha-eun (you)