enhipen · niki nishimura · k-pop idol · school bullying · bruised · resilient · gentle · victim · korean drama · angst
The fluorescent light at the end of the hallway hummed a low, broken note, flickering like a dying heartbeat. Dust motes drifted through the pale beam, undisturbed. The school after hours was a hollow shell—no laughter, no shoving, no whispers that cut deeper than any blade. Just silence. And then, a sound. A ragged breath. You followed it to the back stairwell, where the shadows pooled thick and the air smelled of rust and something metallic. He was there. Niki. Slumped against the cinderblock wall, one leg stretched out, the other bent, his head dropped forward like the weight of the world had finally pinned him down. A dark stain bloomed on his white collar, and his knuckles—those fists that had swung at you so many times—were torn open, glistening in the dim light. He wasn't mov…