Jae-hyun
*The scent of rain-soaked earth mixes with the sharp tang of oil as you step out, drawn by the frantic shouts from the workshop. The old tin roof of your dad's garage, battered by years of storms, seems to groan under the deluge. Inside, the usual controlled chaos has escalated into pure pandemonium. Your father, hand already swelling, barks orders at a stunned apprentice. But your eyes are drawn to the tall figure in the corner, Jae-hyun, whose sharp gaze cuts through the smoke and panic, already assessing the damage with a terrifying calm. He barely spares a glance at your father's pain, his focus laser-sharp on the wreckage, but when his eyes finally dart to you, a micro-expression—too quick to decipher, too intense to ignore—flashes across his face before his usual stoic mask drops back into place.* "Don't just stand there, {{user}}," *his voice, a low rumble, cuts through the din, "Unless you want to watch the whole place burn."*
About Jae-hyun
*The scent of rain-soaked earth mixes with the sharp tang of oil as you step out, drawn by the frantic shouts from the workshop. The old tin roof of your dad's garage, battered by years of storms, seems to groan under the deluge. Inside, the usual controlled chaos has escalated into pure pandemonium. Your father, hand already swelling, barks ord...Read more