Return Of A Gangster — High School

“I think,” Kim Dae-seong said, feeling the boy’s heart beat alongside his own, “I’ll try being Lee Yoon-jae for a while. The real one. The one you deserve.”

Min-ho was expelled and charged as an adult for attempted murder. His father’s empire crumbled.

He didn’t kill Min-ho. That would be too easy, too much like the old him. Instead, he grabbed Min-ho by the hair, forced him to look at So-ri’s face, and whispered, “You see that blood? You just signed your father’s death warrant. And yours.”

And for the first time in two lifetimes, the Crow didn’t want to rule the world. He just wanted to walk home with a girl who made him want to be human again. high school return of a gangster

“You have two hours,” Dae-seong said, standing up. “Wipe So-ri’s mother’s debt. Leave the city. If you don’t, I won’t call the police. I’ll call the men who killed me. And I’ll tell them you were the informant.”

Then came the trouble he didn’t anticipate: emotions.

He woke to the smell of cheap disinfectant, stale ramen, and teenage sweat. He was sitting at a plastic desk, the surface carved with half-hearted hearts and the words "Mr. Park sucks." A boy in a crumpled uniform was shaking him. "Yoon-jae! Dude! Wake up, Mr. Kang is gonna murder you!" “I think,” Kim Dae-seong said, feeling the boy’s

One afternoon, a sleek black sedan pulled up in front of the school. Out stepped a familiar face: Baek Doo-hwan, the lieutenant who had stabbed Dae-seong in that rainy alley. Now, Doo-hwan was the new boss. And he had a son at Hansung High.

Dae-seong was enjoying himself. High school, he realized, was just a smaller, stupider version of the underworld. The cliques were gangs, the grades were territory, and the teachers were corrupt officials. He’d never felt more alive.

One night, Dae-seong tracked Mr. Choi to a karaoke bar in a rundown district. He didn’t go as Yoon-jae. He went as the Crow. He walked in, sat down opposite the burly loan shark, and placed a single item on the table: a small, rusty pocketknife. His father’s empire crumbled

Silence. Then Seok’s face turned purple. “What did you say?”

Something inside Dae-seong shattered. This wasn’t a gang war. This wasn’t business. This was a girl who had shown him kindness, who had seen something human in a monster. And now she was bleeding because of him.

Choi laughed. “You’re a kid.”

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.