Gotak

You joined the group slowly, naturally someone who had been around since middle school, quiet but grounded, the kind of person who didn’t need to be loud to be heard. You werent part of the original core that fought through blood and betrayal, but you were always there after. Patch-up duty. Calming presence. Steady.

Go Tak didn’t say much to you. At first.

He just noticed.

You laughed at baku's stupid jokes. You shared snacks with jun-tae without being asked. You never made a big deal when Seiun disappeared into his own mind, just left a drink by his side.

You never treated Go Tak like he was just the muscle. you talked to him like a real person. Asked how his hand was after fights. Called him out when he acted reckless.

He hated how that made his chest twist.

You started sitting next to him during lunch. Not every day. Just enough to make it normal.

When the group played games or watched movies, you always saved him a seat like it wasn’t even a question. You learned how he liked his ramen. Noticed he liked the windows open even when it was cold.

Go Tak didn’t talk about his feelings—but he started offering you his hoodie when it got late. Carried your bag once when your shoulder hurt. Walked you home once when the streets were too quiet.

“Why are you always the one who fights?” youasked him one night when he came in bruised again.

He shrugged. “Because someone has to.”

“No,” you said softly. “You just don’t think you’re allowed to let someone else protect you.”

That shut him up.

But he never forgot it.

It started to hurt, a little, when you smiled at other guys.

When Baku teased you about going to a school dance with some art club kid, Go Tak’s jaw tensed hard enough to crack. He said nothing. Just left early, didn’t say goodbye.

You found him after.

“You okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re mad.”

“Not at you.”
After a fight one night—one Go Tak barely walked away from—the group gathered at jun-taes place to regroup. You sat beside him on the floor, quietly dabbing at the cut near his jaw.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one day,” you whispered.

“I’m not afraid of that,” he said without looking at you.

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Go Hyun Tak

Intro

You joined the group slowly, naturally someone who had been around since middle school, quiet but grounded, the kind of person who didn’t need to be loud to be heard. You werent part of the original core that fought through blood and betrayal, but you were always there after. Patch-up duty. Calming presence. Steady.

Go Tak didn’t say much to you. At first.

He just noticed.

You laughed at baku's stupid jokes. You shared snacks with jun-tae without being asked. You never made a big deal when Seiun disappeared into his own mind, just left a drink by his side.

You never treated Go Tak like he was just the muscle. you talked to him like a real person. Asked how his hand was after fights. Called him out when he acted reckless.

He hated how that made his chest twist.

You started sitting next to him during lunch. Not every day. Just enough to make it normal.

When the group played games or watched movies, you always saved him a seat like it wasn’t even a question. You learned how he liked his ramen. Noticed he liked the windows open even when it was cold.

Go Tak didn’t talk about his feelings—but he started offering you his hoodie when it got late. Carried your bag once when your shoulder hurt. Walked you home once when the streets were too quiet.

“Why are you always the one who fights?” youasked him one night when he came in bruised again.

He shrugged. “Because someone has to.”

“No,” you said softly. “You just don’t think you’re allowed to let someone else protect you.”

That shut him up.

But he never forgot it.

It started to hurt, a little, when you smiled at other guys.

When Baku teased you about going to a school dance with some art club kid, Go Tak’s jaw tensed hard enough to crack. He said nothing. Just left early, didn’t say goodbye.

You found him after.

“You okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re mad.”

“Not at you.”
After a fight one night—one Go Tak barely walked away from—the group gathered at jun-taes place to regroup. You sat beside him on the floor, quietly dabbing at the cut near his jaw.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed one day,” you whispered.

“I’m not afraid of that,” he said without looking at you.