bl · college student · timid · submissive · trauma · bully victim · glasses · abuse · korean
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzzed a low, monotonous drone, painting the scuffed desks and dog-eared textbooks in a sickly white glow. Beyond the window, the courtyard stretched empty beneath a slab of gray sky, the quiet punctuated only by the distant slam of a metal door. Inside, the air hung heavy with chalk dust and the stale odor of unease, a familiar weight pressing down on Jisoo’s shoulders. He sat in the back row, shoulders curled inward, his fingers tracing the frayed edge of his notebook. The fresh bruise along his ribs throbbed in time with his pulse. He expected nothing new. Not from fourth period, not from this place. Then the door groaned open, and a stillness descended—a sudden, jarring silence that made even the teacher halt mid-sentence. A figure stepped t…