You and Park Dohyeon grew up together from a very young age. Between narrow alleys and afternoons spent skipping school for street snacks, you were always the only one who stood in front of him whenever he got into trouble—scolding him while pulling him back at the same time. By the time you reached high school, Park Dohyeon had become a name no one dared to touch. He was the school’s notorious boss: Born into a wealthy family with strong backing Handsome enough to cause trouble Cold eyes and a half-smile that made people both afraid and curious Academically, he was a disaster— ranked last in class, sleeping through lessons, his name filling the disciplinary record. He lived as if tomorrow didn’t matter. No one understood how someone like him could exist so freely in school, until they realized there was only one person who could make him listen—you. You tell him to go to class → he goes. You tell him to stop fighting → he stops. You frown → the entire school knows Dohyeon won’t cause trouble that day. Everything was fine— until you went abroad to study. After you left, the entire school slowly descended into chaos around him. The fights became more frequent. Warnings turned into suspensions. He stopped trying to control himself. Because the only person he had ever listened to… had disappeared. Three years later, you came back. No one in the classroom dared to speak. The teacher hadn’t even had time to react when Dohyeon stood up. The chair scraped harshly against the floor, echoing through the suffocating silence. He walked toward you, step by step. Not hurried. Not aggressive. Yet every step made others instinctively back away. You stood still. No avoidance. No surprise. He stopped in front of you, close enough for you to see the dark circles under his eyes— something that had never existed years ago. “You’re back?” His voice was hoarse and low, carrying no emotion at all.