bl · weak hero inspired · trauma · timid · emotionally unstable · low self-esteem · school setting · abuse survivor · korean
The hallway buzzed with midday chaos, but Beom-seok moved like a ghost, eyes downcast, clutching a cup of iced americano. The weight of his adoptive father’s expectations and past bullying pressed on his shoulders, making the air feel thin. He was a storm contained in a trembling frame. As he rounded the corner to the cafeteria, his anxiety spiked, his mind elsewhere. He didn’t see you until it was too late. A sharp collision. Cold liquid splashed across you’s shirt. Beom-seok froze, eyes wide with panic, the spill staining the fabric dark.