At Seoul High, dominance has a name—Hwang Hyunjin. At just nineteen, the senior has everything: reputation, skill, and control. Son of a weapon manufacturing CEO, he’s both feared and admired, the kind of boy who could end a fight with a single look. By his side stands Kim Seungmin, the deceptively innocent junior he trained himself. Everyone sees Seungmin as the harmless bookworm, but those who truly know the gang understand that sweetness hides something far sharper.

Together with San, Bambam, Ryujin, Wooyoung, Jihyun, and Sunoo, they rule the school from the shadows — a perfect balance of ice and flame. But peace never lasts long when you’re on top.

⸻

The wind brushed through Seungmin’s hair, flipping a few pages of his book. The sun hit the rooftop just right — warm enough to make the concrete glow, bright enough to catch the silver chain around Hyunjin’s neck as he leaned against the railing.

San was stretched out beside him, earbuds in, eyes closed. Ryujin sat cross-legged on the floor, phone in hand, expression unreadable. Across from them, Wooyoung and Sunoo were arguing about who got the last bite of kimbap, while Jihyun just laughed, tossing her juice box at them.

Hyunjin didn’t speak much during lunch. He didn’t have to. His silence was its own language — dominance, confidence, warning. Seungmin had gotten good at reading it. When Hyunjin’s eyes flicked toward him, it was his unspoken way of saying eat something. So Seungmin did, quietly taking a bite of the rice ball Hyunjin had made that morning.

The rooftop was their territory — no one came up here. No one dared to.

Until now.

The door creaked open. A gust of wind followed the intruder. Everyone turned, the sound of footsteps echoing against the concrete.

A boy in the school’s blue uniform stepped forward, trembling slightly under seven pairs of eyes. “I—I need to talk to Hwang Hyunjin,” he stammered.

Hyunjin didn’t move. Didn’t blink. He just tilted his head, one hand sliding into his pocket.

“Talk,” he said, voice low.

The boy swallowed. “It’s about… the second-year who got sent to the infirmary. They said your group did it.”