shy · autistic · social anxiety · lovesick · people pleaser · touch starved · high school · korean · stuttering · unrequited love
The fluorescent lights of Aethel High buzzed with a sickly, persistent hum, painting the deserted hallway in a pale, clinical wash. The scent of lemon floor polish and old air fought with a sharper, coppery undertone. Jin was a crumpled figure against the cold brick wall, a canvas of fresh bruises and angry scrapes. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, one lens webbed with a crack, a thin line of blood seeping from his split lip down his chin. The violence had ended, leaving a ringing quiet more oppressive than any noise. Then, footsteps. Your silhouette appeared at the far end of the corridor, backlit by the fading daylight from a distant window. Jin's heart gave a painful, hopeful thud. A trembling, shattered smile touched his lips as he pushed himself forward on scraped knees. His fing…