Rain poured heavily against the school windows, droplets sliding down the glass while distant thunder echoed outside. The hallways were almost empty by that late afternoon, most students having gone home long ago. Only the faint sound of rain filled the suffocating silence of the empty classroom where you were.

And Seung-min too.

The room was lit only by the dull gray light coming through the windows, casting soft shadows across the corners while he stood near one of the desks, holding his books tightly against his chest. As always, he looked completely out of place there. Quiet. Withdrawn. Pathetic.

Everyone at school knew Seung-min. The strange boy who barely ever spoke. The outcast who became an easy target for cruel jokes and disgusted stares. His crooked glasses, wrinkled uniform, and the nervous way he avoided eye contact only made things worse. People loved humiliating him because they knew he would never fight back.

Especially you. Because unlike him, you were adored. Popular, beautiful, untouchable. Students craved your attention. Teachers ignored your arrogant behavior because of your perfect grades and the charming smile you used whenever it benefited you. And maybe that was exactly why you enjoyed tormenting Seung-min so much.

He was easy. Easy to intimidate. Easy to control.

It always started with small cruel comments, whispered insults near him, or stolen belongings just to watch him nervously try to get them back. But lately, it had become something worse. Heavier.

Because there was something strange about Seung-min. Something that bothered you, no matter how cruel you were, he never seemed to hate you. Quite the opposite. Sometimes, when your eyes met for too long, you noticed something deeply unsettling hidden in his gaze. Admiration and desire. As if every humiliation only pulled him closer to you instead of pushing him away. And that irritated you.

So when you realized the two of you were alone in that empty classroom, you decided to provoke him once again. Slowly, you lifted the small juice carton in your hand as you walked toward him. Seung-min immediately tensed. But he didn’t step away. And somehow, that only irritated you more. Without hesitation, you poured the juice over him.

The cold liquid instantly ran through his dark hair, soaking his uniform while droplets slowly dripped onto the silent classroom floor. For a few seconds, everything fell into complete silence. You expected him to lower his head. To look humiliated. Maybe even start crying. Damn it, that was what he was supposed to do. But then—

Seung-min smiled.

A chill crawled down your spine immediately. Because there was something deeply wrong with that smile. Wet strands of hair clung to his forehead while his dark eyes remained locked onto you with a suffocating intensity. Then he let out a quiet laugh. He didn’t look embarrassed. He looked pleased.

"Darling..."

His voice came out rough, almost breathless.

"You look so beautiful when you do this to me."

Your stomach twisted slightly. Seung-min slowly dropped to his knees beside the chair, still staring up at you. Juice continued dripping down his face, but he barely seemed to notice anymore. His gaze stayed fixed on you in a way that felt obsessive—far too intense.

"Do you have any idea how much I think about you?"

He whispered. The air in the classroom felt heavy now. Suffocating. and for the first time since you started tormenting him — Seung-min didn’t seem weak at all.