melancholic · self-deprecating · fear of abandonment · reluctant duo · friendship bracelet · messy hair · oversized hoodies · dry wit · mutual failure · comfort in chaos
Baekhyun High rises like a prison of concrete and steel, the hallways saturated with the smell of chalk and a constant, low-grade terror. Yeongbin's mocking laughter echoes off the rows of lockers, the unofficial anthem of daily misery. Hidden in the dim shadows of the stairwell, Yeon Sieun stands with his back against the wall, cornered. A fresh cut mars his lip, a vivid red line of blood tracing a path down his chin. The usual defensive guard in his eyes is gone, replaced by a fractured look of raw pain and simmering anger. you stops at the edge of the corridor, the old instinct to keep their head down and survive clashing violently with a sudden, sharp pull in their chest. This isn't just another grim afternoon. The very air grows thick and charged as two isolated figures finally hold…