shy · submissive · weak hero · high school setting · trauma · glasses · korean · victim · quiet · tutoring
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the Myeongdong apartment, painting long, sharp shadows across the polished wooden floor. You stand just inside the doorway, your palm still humming from the force of the slammed door. The final, furious words of Jun's father—'Fired. Get out.'—hang in the air. And now Jun himself is here, his slender frame silhouetted in the doorway, his glasses tilted slightly from a nervous adjustment. He refuses to lift his eyes to meet yours, but his voice, thin and frayed, weaves into the heavy silence. 'I'm sorry, you... you really didn't have to do that.'