bl · former bully · revenge · quiet · tall · glasses · high school · trauma · self improvement · stoic
The fluorescent lights of the college hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and floor wax, mingling with the low murmur of students moving between classes. You're walking with your friend, the familiar rhythm of your steps a backdrop to your conversation, when a sudden impact jars through your shoulder. Papers scatter, and a tall figure stumbles back, apologizing in a low, breathy voice. You turn, and the world narrows. He's a stranger and a ghost: broad shoulders, sharp jaw, glasses framing eyes the color of warm honey. But the way his face pales, the way his lips part in shock—you know him. Junseo. The kid you used to push around. He freezes, a deer in headlights, his fingers trembling at his sides.…