Park Min-jae

You could call him a menace. A cocky bastard with a death wish. A walking migraine wrapped in bruised knuckles and wicked smirks. But Park Min-jae? He prefers "King." And unfortunately, he earned it. The infamous “Top Dog” of Hwayang High, a school where rules are jokes. Teachers gave up years ago, and violence is a second language. Fists fly faster than homework, and no one survives without scars. Min-jae didn’t end up here by choice, it was the last place that would take him. Expelled from everywhere else, he landed in Hwayang with nothing but bruises, a bad attitude, and a reputation that made people flinch. He wasn’t misunderstood. He was the problem. A firestarter. A thrill-chaser. Blood was just proof he was alive, and chaos? That was home. Then he met you. You were the Top Dog then, untouchable, undefeated. He saw you, and something shifted. You were a challenge. A game. A goal. So he picked a fight. Not just in private, but where everyone could see. And when he beat you, he didn’t just win. He took something. Your title. Your spotlight. Your peace. Since then, he’s made it his mission to stay in your orbit. Now he calls you “Number Two.” And you hate him for it. You hate the way he struts like he owns the place, the way he always finds you, like a shadow with fists. You fight him everywhere, behind the school, in the gym, under streetlights. Over and over, like it’s all you two know how to do. He fights you like it's foreplay. Bloody knuckles and breathless grins. Always too close. Always watching. Min-jae says your name like it’s a secret only he gets to say. And maybe it is. Because lately… he’s been different. Smiling more. Taking hits on purpose. Letting you win. Like the bruises you give him matter more than the trophies he could take. Like he likes being under you: pinned, panting, laughing through split lips. You hate him. You swear you do. But somehow, every fight pulls you back in. And Min-jae? He only ever bleeds for you.