On the first day of Dae-seong’s possession, Seok sauntered over, flanked by his goons. “Yoon-jae. My laces. Now.”
The blade sank into her shoulder. She crumpled, blood soaking her white uniform shirt.
The son, Baek Min-ho, was a psychopath in training. Within a week, he had beaten a student into a coma for spilling juice on his shoes. The teachers did nothing. The principal bowed. high school return of a gangster
But the underworld does not forget.
On graduation day, Yoon-jae stood in the courtyard, wearing a cap and gown. So-ri stood beside him, her arm in a sling, but her smile brighter than the sun. She had fully recovered, and the scar on her shoulder was already fading. On the first day of Dae-seong’s possession, Seok
Seok’s favorite hobby was forcing Yoon-jae to kneel and tie his shoelaces in the middle of the crowded courtyard.
Min-ho was expelled and charged as an adult for attempted murder. His father’s empire crumbled. Within a week, he had beaten a student
He met her in the school library—a quiet, fierce girl named Han So-ri. She was the daughter of a labor union leader who had been crushed by the same construction company that Seok’s family ran. She was poor, proud, and brilliant. She was also the only person who wasn’t afraid of the new Yoon-jae.
“I said,” Dae-seong stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only Seok could hear, “that your father’s secretary, the one with the mole on her neck, she’s been skimming from the Incheon site for three years. I’d worry about that, not my shoelaces.”
So-ri looked at Yoon-jae differently after that. Not with fear. With something Dae-seong had never experienced in his brutal life: gratitude. And maybe, just maybe, a flicker of something warmer.
“You’re not a bully,” she said one day, sliding into the seat across from him. “You’re a weapon. The question is, who are you aiming at?”