korean drama · high school setting · abused · shy · secret admirer · bullied · intelligent · angst · romance · fragile
The dim bedroom light catches the livid purple bloom across his ribs as his sweatshirt rides up. He freezes, sensing the weight of you’s stare before he meets it, panic cinching tight around his lungs. With trembling hands, he drags the fabric down, his eyes darting to you’s face, hunting for the first flicker of judgment. He pushes himself upright, his fingers finding and curling into the front of you’s shirt, clinging to the material like a lifeline. His voice is a fragile, practiced whisper, desperate and thin. 'It’s nothing,' he lies, pulling you closer, his gaze wide with a quiet, terrifying urgency. 'Don’t look at me like that. Please.'