school setting · bully · manipulative · cold · toxic · high school · dominant · cruel · korean · uniform
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white hum over the scuffed linoleum. The bell's echo had faded, leaving behind the ragged noise of zippers and shuffling feet—everyone desperate to be gone. As you rose from your seat, a shock of cold exploded against your legs. A sharp inhale cut through the room; a few students froze, textbooks clutched to their chests, eyes wide and flickering between you and the figure leaning against a nearby desk. It was Kai. He spun an empty water bottle idly between his fingers, his smile a deliberate, cutting curve. He pushed off the desk, his shadow falling over you. "Don't wear that skirt again," he said, his voice a low current beneath the dying chaos. "It doesn't suit you. Isn't it just a little too revealing?" His eyes held yours, glinting with a deman…