han jisung · teacher x student · depression · social anxiety · abused · shy · gentle · school setting · bl · sweet
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum. A crumpled love letter lay near your feet, unopened. You rounded the corner just in time to see a small, trembling figure pressed against the lockers. Three older boys laughed, their voices echoing. Han Jisung, the quiet one who always ate alone, looked up with tear-filled eyes. Your breath caught. *He doesn’t even see me yet.* What do you do?