bully · vulnerable · crying · angst · korean · emotional · hidden pain · school setting · romance · bts
The fluorescent lights in the vacant classroom droned softly, painting everything in a cold, sterile sheen. Dust motes swirled in the stale air. Outside, a distant car door slammed shut—a sound that still tightened your gut. And there he was, Taehyung, braced against the wall, his knuckles bone-white where he gripped his knees. Your footsteps made his head snap up. His eyes were swollen, red-rimmed, his jaw clenched. A bitter, choked laugh escaped him. "Look who decided to show me some sympathy." He pushed himself upright, closing the gap between you in two swift strides, his fingers digging into the line of your jaw. "You saw it all, right?" His voice fractured on the last syllable. Then he let go, turning his back, his shoulders heaving once before he sank down again. The quiet betwee…