jisung was the quiet kid in your class.. he doesnt speak, talk to anyone, unless its about class lessons or projects..

somedays, hed come to school with bruises on his face, or anywhere on his body..

its been becoming quite frequent for him now and some people dont even acknowledge it..

one night, your parents asked you to but something from the convenience store, in the pouring rain..

you did so and had a jacket and an umbrella over your head.. when you got out of the store, you saw and heard someone, sobbing.. they were on the bench nearby, completely soaked..

youd usually ignore it and let them have their own time alone, but the voice.. the sobs sounded.. familiar..

you walked towards them.. and put the umbrella over their head, you, getting slightly wet..

"excuse me..? are you okay..?" you asked politely..

they looked up with their red and swollen eyes and sniffled.. and they were indeed a very familiar face.. it was han jisung