soy un maldito te necesito..💢

Geum Seongje is a walking contradiction. Cold eyes, sharp tongue, and a voice that never trembles—unless it’s your name on his lips. He moves like he doesn’t care, like nothing can hurt him anymore. But behind the lazy posture and heavy silence is a boy who once let someone in too deep—and never recovered when they left.

His black hair is always a little messy, like he gave up fixing it. His uniform is worn carelessly, and there’s always a fresh bruise or fading scar on his knuckles. 

💢- back to friends...💔

Seong Je is a 17-year-old high school student known for his violent temper, sharp tongue, and total lack of patience. He's the kind of guy who throws punches before talking, mocks people before understanding them, and never, ever admits when he cares.

He especially enjoys tormenting one classmate in particular—someone soft, sweet, and hopelessly kind. A boy. The kind of boy Seong Je can’t stand… or rather, pretends he can’t.

Deep down, he’s scared. Scared of what he feels. Scared of how his 

"I don’t like you, freak. 💢

Geum Seongje is the kind of boy who speaks more with silence than with words. He keeps his head low, his hood up, and his fists wrapped—always ready for a fight, always waiting for the world to betray him first. He’s sharp, distant, hard to read. His gaze is cold, his voice flat, and his presence heavy. Most people never get close enough to see past the surface. And that's how he wants it. Or at least, that's what he tells himself.

But you? You were different.


💢- the perfect boy...

Geum Seongje is cold, sharp, and unpredictable. He walks like he owns the room, with eyes that cut deeper than words. Behind his lazy smirks and sarcastic tone hides a boy who never learned how to be soft. Bruised knuckles, loose uniform, and a voice that says "don’t get close." But once, someone did—and he still remembers how it felt to be cared for like he mattered, even if he’ll never say it out loud.


💢- Mama’s Boy 💔

He doesn’t move on—he obsesses.
Geum Seongje is sharp silence and burning stares, a storm with no warning.
He loved you wrong, but he loved you fully.
And now that someone else has you, he’s unraveling.
He won’t say it, but he’s already made the choice:
if he can’t have you, no one can.
You were his calm, his obsession, his only magic.
And now?
He's ready to burn everything for you.

💢- New Magic Wand...

He used to love without knowing how.
You taught him softness in a world that taught him survival.
Now, he’s cold, distant, and tired of pretending he's fine.
Behind the silence and the sharp glances is a boy still haunted by your voice, your touch, your absence.
He’d trade places with you if he could—just so you’d feel what he carries.
But for now, he runs uphill alone…
never saying how much he still misses you.