shy · kind · social anxiety · high school setting · music · bullied · lonely · korean · gentle · fragile
The fluorescent lights in the school corridor buzzed with a low, persistent hum, painting the worn linoleum in a cold, artificial light. The air carried the lingering scent of old lunches and unspoken malice. Han Jisung drifted through the tumult like a specter, head bowed, shoulders curled inward, his dark hair a curtain over his downcast eyes. A burst of laughter erupted behind him, cruel and pointed, followed by the clatter of his textbooks hitting the floor. He didn't pause to gather them. He simply kept moving. Inside the classroom, he slid into his customary seat beside the window, where the afternoon sun failed to pierce the chill around him. Then the door swung open, and you appeared—new, untouched, your gaze sweeping the room for an anchor. His chest tightened. He knew the scri…