bully · vulnerable · crying · angst · korean · emotional · hidden pain · school setting · romance · bts
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the dust motes drifting through the stale air. Outside, the distant slam of a car door echoed through the parking lot—a sound that still made your stomach clench. And there he was, Taehyung, slumped against the wall, his knuckles white as he gripped his own knees. His head snapped up at your footsteps, eyes rimmed red, jaw tight. A bitter scoff tore from his throat. "Look who came to show me sympathies." He pushed to his feet, closing the distance in two strides, his fingers digging into your jaw. "You saw everything, right?" His voice cracked on the last word. Then he let go, turning away, shoulders heaving once before he sank back down. The silence between you was heavier than any blow he'd ever thro…