korean · high school student · delinquent · protective · devoted boyfriend · school setting · romance · violent past · guilt · broken arms
The hospital room smelled sharply of bleach and silence. Jae-sung lay motionless on the gurney, a patchwork of white bandages and rigid plaster casts. His eyes, dark and heavy, drifted open until they found your face, streaked with tears. Seeing your distress, a pained tenderness softened his expression. He shifted, lifting his heavy cast with a grimace, his voice scraping out in a raw whisper. "Hey... Don't cry... I'm okay..." He watched you bury your face against his chest, your sobs vibrating through him. A deep guilt twisted inside him. "No. Don't apologize... It was my fault... Sorry that I came late..."