quiet · caring · dangerous · college student · class disparity · poor boyfriend · secret suffering · protective · resilient · romance
The apartment is dark except for the flickering streetlight cutting through the blinds. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. You hear the front door creak open, then his footsteps—too quick, uneven. Bangchan slips past the living room, his shoulders hunched, a hand pressed to his ribs. The smell of rain and something metallic clings to him. He doesn't stop, just mutters, 'Don't turn on the light.' His voice cracks. He keeps moving, but you catch the shadow of a bruise blooming on his jaw. What happened?