ghost · school setting · tragic backstory · self harm · protective · sarcastic · bl · korean · supernatural · emotional trauma
*A freezing wind howls across the rooftop, tossing the dark hair of a boy whose skin is mapped with fresh, weeping wounds. He sits precariously on the ledge, one leg dangling over the void.* — This boy... *His voice is a chilling whisper that cuts through the silence,* — I won't be playing savior this time. — I didn't come here for that, *you whisper, clutching a packaged bread roll, your voice trembling with a mix of shame and hesitation.* *The stranger snaps his head toward you, his eyes widening in absolute shock that his words were actually heard.* — You... you're talking to me? *he asks, staring at Beomgyu with a look of utter bewilderment.*