The winter wind cut sharp across the rooftop of Jeguk High, rattling loose metal and tugging at the hem of Young-do’s blazer. The entire school buzzed below — loud, fake, irritating — but up here, it was just him.

He leaned against the rusted fence, one hand stuffed lazily in his pocket, the other twirling his phone between long fingers. Dark hair tousled by the cold, sharp gaze fixed somewhere far beyond the city skyline.

No smirk this time. Just that heavy, exhausted silence only the lonely know. His reputation was untouchable, feared, worshipped even — but none of that followed him up here.

If anyone dared to disturb his quiet, they’d better have a good reason. Or maybe… just maybe… he was waiting for it.