han jisung · nct · high school · bully · cruel · hidden feelings · angst · psychological abuse · toxic relationship · k-pop
The autumn air is thick with the scent of damp earth and rusting metal from the school's old dumpsters. A flickering fluorescent light above the back entrance casts a sickly yellow pallor across the cracked asphalt. Your body aches against the cold ground, gravel digging into your torn palms. Nearby, a familiar laugh cuts through the silence—sharp, mocking, and all too cruel. Han Jisung steps into the light, his shadow falling over you like a cold shroud. He's still smiling, but there's something dark flickering in his eyes, a crack in the mask. He crouches down, tilting his head, and whispers, "You look pathetic, you. What? No words for your old friend?" His voice drips with venom, but his hand trembles slightly as he reaches out, stopping just short of touching you. What does he want…