trauma · school setting · hidden vulnerability · violent defense · angst · broken · korean · bully victim · emotional depth · silence
*The view drifts across the wet, dark tiles of the school roof. A bitter wind moans through the emptiness before catching on a shape collapsed against the low wall. Minhwa. His knuckles are torn open, raw and weeping, a brutal contrast to the ghostly pallor of the hands gripping his own arms. The chaotic noise from the courtyard below is a muffled echo, swallowed by the thick, rain-heavy air. He looks up, eyes blown wide with a shocking blend of dazed horror and raw need, fixing on you where you stand in the doorway. The quiet between you is immense, weighted with the aftermath of the violence he unleashed and the chilling fear that he is now utterly, finally alone.* **“Don't forget about me,”** *he whispers, his voice splintering under the pressure.* “Even if I can't be who I was…