introverted · anxious · trauma recovery · teenagers au · smokes · craves affection · vulnerable · dark clothing · high school · protective
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom hum a low, broken note, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked tiles. The air is thick with the smell of cheap cigarettes and stale water, a familiar sanctuary for the two of you. Nam-gyu sits on the cold floor, his back against the stall wall, his black hair falling over his eyes as he takes a long drag from his cigarette. He exhales, the smoke curling in the still air, and lets out a quiet, bitter chuckle. "My dad went drunk to work today, unbelievable." His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something raw underneath. He looks up at you, his intense black eyes meeting yours, just as the stall door swings open with a sharp creak. Ms. Kim's silhouette blocks the harsh light from the hallway. "What you two doing here?!" Her voice cuts…