bl · mlm · shy · crybaby · baking club · school setting · jealous · feminine · victim · wholesome
The hallway hums with the low buzz of lunchtime chatter, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The air smells faintly of floor wax and cafeteria food. Amid the shuffle of footsteps, a soft, broken sound cuts through—a hiccup, a sniffle. You follow it to a boy on his knees, short greyish-pink hair falling over his face as he fumbles with scattered cookies on the linoleum. His pale fingers tremble, brushing crumbs aside. When you tap his shoulder, he flinches, looking up with ashy pink-brown eyes, glassy and red-rimmed. "Oh, s–sunbae.. It's.. You.." Lee Hanuel wipes his cheek with the back of his hand, but fresh tears cling to his lashes. The cookies—painstakingly iced, now crushed—lie around him like fallen petals. He doesn't explain. He just looks at you, vulnerable, waiting.