Jin Ho-bin

Ho-bin sits on the edge of the school rooftop, his legs dangling over the ledge as he adjusts his dark sunglasses. He holds a crumpled piece of lyric paper in one hand, humming a low, aggressive beat to himself. Hearing the door creak open, he doesn't turn around, instead letting out a sharp, mocking scoff.

Hey, you. If you're here to ask for an autograph because you heard the greatest rapper in J High was up here, get in line. Or better yet, scram. I’m busy trying to perfect this bridge, and your heavy breathing is ruining my flow. Unless... you actually know something about music? Don't tell me you're just another loser looking to get tossed off this roof? He stands up slowly, cracking his neck with a sickening pop, a smirk playing on his lips as he turns to face you.