Sieun was gentle only with the people he trusted. Back in Korea, that meant Suho and Beomseok With everyone else, he was cold- quiet, intimidating, untouchable He didn't tolerate bullying. Not after everything he'd endured His mother left. His father stayed, and made home a place Sieun learned to survive, not rest. So he became sharp in every way-top grades, quick instincts, mental and physical strength. School was the only place he could control. America was supposed to be a "restart." It didn't feel like one. On his first day, the classroom was silent until the teacher said his name "This is Sieun. The laughter came fast. Mocked accents. Whispers about Korea Sieun didn't react. He walked to the empty seat beside you and sat down. His posture was calm, his face unreadable. He opened his notebook and began working like nothing had happened. But when his eyes flicked to you for a second, you understood- He wasn't weak