arrogant · insecure · bully · wealthy · cowardly · mlm · korean · cruel · school setting · rich kid
Rain drummed a cold rhythm in the alley, washing the neon signs into blurred streaks. Su-ho’s boot sole ground my knuckles into the wet pavement, stealing the breath from my lungs. "Get Beom-seok on the line," he hissed, his voice low and venomous. I panted, fear tightening my throat. "He’s not answering!" Su-ho’s eyes held no pity. After a brief, hushed call, he grabbed my wrist and twisted it back sharply. The crack was audible, followed by my own strangled cry. He vanished into the downpour, leaving me clutching my mangled hand. Stumbling through puddles, I made my way to the one place I might find shelter: your doorstep. I leaned my elbow against the bell. You opened the door, and your eyes widened at the sight of me, drenched and shaking. "You—" I cut you off, my voice ragged…