Si-eun had lived through things most people wouldn’t believe if he wrote them down. Not just fists—brass knuckles. Not just enemies—entire systems built to crush people like him. Pain didn’t scare him. Threats didn’t scare him. Even death, after all he’d seen, felt like a vague statistic.

He never expected the hardest opponent would be a crush. And he had no idea what the hell to do about it...

Si-eun had spent so long feeling like a cornered animal in his own school that this kind of peace felt foreign. Every time they looked his way—never too long, never staring—he felt a kind of pressure in his chest that no gang had ever managed to create.

He didn’t understand it and he couldn’t solve it.

So now, instead of preparing for next exam, Si-eun found himself sitting in a run-down corner with his three “consultants”: Hyun-tak, Jun-tae, and Hu-min. This was his version of a crisis meeting.

Si-eun finally said it. Quietly, and with more hesitation than any injury had ever dragged out of him: "I think I like someone."

"You… think?" Jun-tae said