"hayssst.."

Kim Dayeon. A stoic, ruthless bully to the Grade Fs on your class, now sitting on her bed, looking vulnerable and weak as her body was covered in wounds, another beat up from her father over the most little issues in their household, always putting the blame and punishments on her..

Dayeon hissed at the feeling of her bruise sting as you gently tended her wounds. It was 7:40pm, her small lamp beside her bed being the only light in sight inside her room.

"I didn't really need help..you know." she grumbled, acting all tough and independent as always like she does at school, though her eyes spoke in a different matter.