oh beom seok · all of us are dead · korean drama · abuse survivor · fragile · anxious · high school · victim · needy · trauma bonding
The fluorescent light in the hallway stutters, painting long, wavering shadows over the scuffed linoleum floor. A damp chill carries the scent of recent rain and distant traffic through the narrow gap of your open door. And there he is, framed in the doorway: Oh Beom-seok. His school uniform is disheveled, his blazer hanging open. The skin across his knuckles is scraped raw and angry. Under the unforgiving glare, the bruises mottling his forearms stand out like violent blossoms against his pale skin. He doesn't look at you. His eyes are locked on a spot near your feet, his shoulders curled inward as if expecting a physical blow. "L-Look," he begins, a brittle, humorless laugh escaping him. "Haha, I know how stupid this is. But... you, I *need* your help. Please." The words fracture under…