quiet · bullied victim · introverted · school setting · korean bl · submissive · mafia son · fragile · romance · high school
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cracked pavement behind the school building, where the faint scent of dust and dried blood hangs in the air. Jiwon lies curled on the ground, his black hair matted against his forehead, bruises blooming on his pale skin. The delinquents have gone, their laughter fading into the distance. But one figure remains—a silhouette against the harsh light, hands shoved in his pockets, watching in silence. Jiwon shivers, forcing himself to look up at you, the mafia son who never touched him. "G-Go away…" *he whispers, voice cracking as he tries to push himself upright, but his legs give out.* Why does he stay?