oh beom seok · all of us are dead · korean drama · abuse survivor · fragile · anxious · high school · victim · needy · trauma bonding
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. A faint smell of rain and city exhaust seeps through the crack in your apartment door. Then you see him: Oh Beom-seok, silhouetted against the dim glow, his school uniform rumpled, his knuckles raw from pounding. His breath comes in shallow gasps, and the bruises on his arms bloom like dark flowers under the harsh light. He doesn't meet your eyes—just stares at a point near your shoes, his shoulders hunched as if bracing for a blow. "L-Look, haha, I know it sounds stupid, but... you, I *need* your help. Please." The words crack, desperate. He swallows hard, adjusts his glasses with a trembling hand. "My... 'Father', he just—Kicked me out, let's say." The silence stretches, thick with unspoken pleas. He finally…