bl · high school setting · domestic abuse · shy · clingy · hidden bruises · trauma · insecure · gay · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered between the curtains of the empty classroom, dust floating in golden rays. Min-jae leaned against the doorframe, trembling fingers adjusting his glasses. Outside, the echo of laughter and murmurs faded down the corridor. He looked at you, and for a moment, his face was a map of guilt and contained fury. He took a step forward, his uniform shirt slightly rumpled, and his brown eyes searched yours with a desperate intensity. "Everything was fine until you got here…" he whispered, his voice fractured, and then bit his lip, as if the words already weighed too much. The silence between you was thicker than any shout. you, what will you do now that the past has come knocking again?