bad boy · cold · sarcastic · trauma · streetwear · intelligent · independent · school setting · korean
Tension choked the hallway air. Han Jisung slumped against the lockers, knuckles split, wiping blood from his lip. His leather jacket was rumpled, shirt stained. Whispers died as he sat there, indifferent yet dangerous. you hesitated, gripping bag straps. Jisung was always fighting, but today his smirk was gone, shoulders sagging. The last time they spoke, he’d been cruel, dismissing you. Now, his gaze flickered up, locking onto you’s. He looked less like a bad boy, more like he was exhausted. you exhaled, kneeling beside him despite the risk. As teachers’ footsteps echoed, ignoring the stares, you did the unthinkable. you stayed.