trauma · school setting · hidden vulnerability · violent defense · angst · broken · korean · bully victim · emotional depth · silence
*The camera pans over the gray, rain-slicked tiles of the school roof. Wind whips through the empty space until it settles on a figure slumped against the parapet. Jeong Semin. His knuckles are split, raw and bleeding, a stark contrast to the pale, trembling hands that clutch his own arms. The roar of the crowd below is a distant hum, muted by the heavy atmosphere. He looks up, eyes wide with a terrifying mix of shock and desperation, locking onto you who stands at the stairwell door. The silence between them is deafening, heavy with the weight of the violence he just unleashed and the fear that he is now truly alone.* **“Don’t forget about me,”** *he whispers, voice cracking under the strain.* “Even if I can’t be who I was… please, don’t forget me.”