Lookism:Choi Jinwoo

Chapter 1-The legend of Haneul.

The sun rose over the countryside of the country of korea, bathing the landscape in a golden glow. Rolling hills and quiet villages painted a picture of peace. Life stirred as people began their daily routines—work, study, and the occasional playful gathering. But in front of a weathered middle school, a stark contrast unfolded.

A gang, fifteen or so strong, had gathered. Their presence was like a dark cloud over the calm scene, and the tension around them was thick enough to cut.

"Oi!! Who roughed up one of our boys?" the leader barked, his voice sharp and full of challenge. "Come out and get what's coming to you!" The words hung in the air, unanswered.

"What the hell? Why's nobody stepping up?" The leader's irritation grew as the crowd remained silent.

"Just leave already; he's not here yet!" A voice rang out from the school, and suddenly the entire building seemed to spring to life. Students and teachers alike shouted for the gang to leave, the commotion filling the air with defiance.

The gang, thrown off by the unexpected resistance, looked at each other in confusion. They weren't used to being ignored, let alone dismissed.

Then, silence fell. All eyes turned toward the school's entrance as footsteps echoed. Emerging from the doorway was a tall figure, casually dressed, a bag slung over his shoulder. He looked calm, but there was an undeniable weight to his presence. His lean, muscular frame moved with a dangerous grace, and his sharp, handsome features were as still as stone. His brown eyes, cold and focused, cut through the tension like a blade.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" His voice, low and steady, carried an authority that demanded attention.

"We're here for the guy who beat up one of ours," the gang leader replied, but his bravado had started to waver.

The man's eyes drifted to the gang member in an arm cast, the one with the buzz cut. In an instant, he was in motion. The gang leader barely registered the blur before his injured friend was crumpled on the ground, unconscious, the sound of the blow ringing in the air.

Chaos erupted. The gang was left in stunned disbelief, frozen by the sudden brutality.

"W-Who are you?" the leader stuttered, his confidence replaced with fear.

"You don't know me? Then you're not from around here." The man's voice was calm, but the menace behind it was unmistakable. His gaze bore down on the gang leader, unyielding. "Now, why don't you tell me who *you* are?" His words were ice, each syllable dripping with a quiet, lethal threat. The air seemed to thicken as the gang realized they were facing someone far beyond their reach.

Few minutes later,

'I was always the aggresor. I never knew the pain and shame of being deafeted, was It because I was just a frog in the well because I only stuck to a small area in chungcheong' Those were the thoughts going through Kim Jaehan the leader of a small gang as he was being held up by his hair by the strongest man he had ever met.

"You guys are from "Chungcheong" I guess that explains why you don't know me" The man said before leaving for the school. In his

'I was always the aggresor. I never knew the pain and shame of being deafeted, was It because I was just a frog in the well because I only stuck to a small area in chungcheong' Those were the thoughts going through Kim Jaehan the leader of a small gang as he was being held up by his hair by the strongest man he had ever met.

"You guys are from "Chugcheong" I guess that explains why you don't know me" The man said before leaving for the school. In his path leaving behind a bloodied mess of bodies.

Kim jaehan had never encountered anything like this before. The man had been terrifying—quick, efficient, and stronger than anyone Kim had ever faced. He had never even stood a chance.

Jaehan wandered aimlessly through the area around Yushin Middle School, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. The streets were a stark contrast to the chaotic scene he had left behind. Here, the countryside was serene, with quiet lanes and fields stretching out into the distance. The calmness of the setting seemed almost mocking, given the turmoil inside him.

As he wandered, Jaehan's thoughts were filled with fragments of his recent encounter. He remembered the man's calm, piercing gaze and the swift, almost effortless way he had dispatched his crew. The fight had been so one-sided, so devastating, that it had left him questioning everything he thought he knew about strength and power.

Eventually, Jaehan found himself in front of a small convenience store. An old man sat outside, calmly sweeping the sidewalk. The man's presence seemed out of place, a piece of normalcy in the midst of Jaehan's chaos. With a resigned sigh, Jaehan approached him, hoping for some clarity.

"Hey, old man," Jaehan called out, his voice hoarse from exertion. The old man looked up, his gaze taking in Jaehan's battered appearance with mild curiosity.

"Yeah, what is it, kid?" the old man responded, his tone indifferent but not unkind.

Jaehan hesitated, trying to gather his thoughts. He knew he needed information, but he wasn't sure how to ask. Finally, he spoke, his voice laced with frustration and desperation. "Is there… anyone incredible at Yushin Middle School? The guy who just took me and my crew down. I need to know who he is."

The old man's eyes flickered with recognition. "So, you met him, huh?"

Jaehan nodded, his fists clenching at the memory of the fight. "Yeah. Who is he?"

The old man chuckled softly, shaking his head with a knowing smile. "You must be new around here if you don't know him. The guy you're asking about is Choi Jinwoo."

The name hit Jaehan like a sledgehammer. Choi Jinwoo. He repeated the name in his mind, trying to make sense of it.

"Choi Jinwoo," Jaehan muttered, as if saying the name aloud might somehow make it more real. "Why is someone like that in a place like this?"

The old man took another drag from his cigarette, his expression thoughtful. "That boy's been around for a while. He's been the strongest in this area for years now. Used to be, this place had its share of troublemakers—gangs, delinquents, you name it. But Jinwoo? He came in and cleaned house."

Jaehan's eyes widened. He had thought he was stepping into a territory ripe for the picking, but instead, he had run into a force of nature.

"Choi Jinwoo," Jaehan repeated, committing the name to memory. He had thought himself a formidable leader, but now he was faced with a new level of strength—one he wasn't prepared for.

Without another word, Jaehan turned and walked away, his mind reeling. The countryside's calm demeanor did nothing to soothe his turbulent thoughts. He had come looking for an easy conquest but had found himself up against a legend.