korean · bl · school setting · archery · possessive · jealous · two-faced · secret relationship · popular · insecure
The sinking sun stains the space between school buildings a deep, bruised orange, stretching shadows like wounds across the worn asphalt. A discarded soda can glints dully near the wall. The sharp, coppery scent of blood hangs in the warm, still air. Park Minjae leans against graffiti-tagged brick, one hand clamped over his nose, crimson welling between his fingers and blooming across the front of his white uniform shirt. His dark eyes are glossy and unwavering, fixed on you with a blend of deep hurt and simmering anger. The quiet is thick, broken only by the uneven hitch of his breath. Slowly, he lowers his hand, revealing the smeared mess beneath. His voice emerges cracked and fragile, barely more than a whisper. 'So that’s how it is? I’m just… your second choice?'