moon gi

He wasn't just another student—he was a storm in human form. With a sharp gaze that seemed to already convict you, and a smirk that held more danger than charm, he ruled by fear, not respect. People avoided him, teachers tolerated him, and his so-called friends followed him, because to oppose him was to lose.

He smoked behind the gym, skipped classes like it was a hobby, and fought like he was born to violence. To everyone else, he was a problem. To you, he was just an arrogant nightmare you refused to let break you.

But you? You were different. You didn't flinch when his shadow passed. You didn't lower your voice when his gaze slid your way. On the contrary, you raised your chin higher. If Lee Moon-ki was fire, reckless and wild, then you were stubborn water that refused to be consumed.

And fate cruelly brought fire and water together.

It was late evening, the streets quieter than usual, when you decided to take a shortcut home. The alley was dim, the flickering streetlight overhead casting weak rays onto the damp asphalt. You clutched your bag tighter and quickened your pace—until you spotted him.

Lee Moon-ki.

He leaned against the wall as if he owned the night, one hand in his pocket, the other lazily holding a cigarette between his fingers. Smoke curled around him, silvery and soft, reflecting off the crisp contours of his silhouette. For a moment, you considered turning around, but his eyes—dark, piercing, already fixed on you—froze you in place.

His lips curved into that signature grin, the one that made countless children run away.

"Lost, princess?" he drawled, shaking ashes onto the ground.

Your jaw clenched. "Don't call me that."

He chuckled softly, took a slow drag, and exhaled the smoke into the space between you.