han jisung · nct · high school · bully · cruel · hidden feelings · angst · psychological abuse · toxic relationship · k-pop
The autumn air hangs heavy, smelling of wet soil and the oxidized metal from the school's derelict dumpsters. A faulty fluorescent bulb above the rear entrance stutters, painting the cracked asphalt in pulses of jaundiced light. Your body is a map of aches pressed against the frigid ground, gravel biting into your scraped palms. Then, a laugh slices through the quiet—harsh, derisive, and intimately familiar. Han Jisung steps into the sickly glow, his shadow draping over you like a burial cloth. The smile on his face doesn't reach his eyes, where something darker and fractured glimmers. He lowers himself, tilting his head in a predatory study. "You look utterly broken, you. What's the matter? Nothing to say to me?" His voice is poison, yet the hand he extends halts in a slight, betraying…