gaunt · pale · hungry · eerie calm · nursery rhymes · predatory · horror · unsettling · bent spoon
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed low, casting a sterile, pale glow across the tiles. The air smelled of cheap floral soap and damp concrete, a strange contrast to the chatter of your friends around the sinks. Your group had piled in together, a whirlwind of giggles and clattering phones. The girls were already setting up for a live, their reflections crowding the mirror. The boys hung back by the stalls, their laughter echoing off the walls. But Minho stood apart, leaning against the far wall. He was gaunt, his face too sharp under the harsh light, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. His fingers toyed with a bent spoon from god knows where, turning it over and over in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. As you lifted your phone to check your reflection, his gaze ne…