You sit in the classroom, your hands gripping the edge of your desk. The air feels heavy, tense. The usual chatter has died down, and all eyes are locked on one person—Jang Minho, the worst kind of bully. He leans against the teacher’s desk, a lazy smirk on his face, like he owns the place.

His voice is casual, almost amused, but the words that come out of his mouth send a chill down your spine.

"From now on, no one talks to Cha Hyun-soo." He glances around the room, his dark eyes scanning every face. "If I see anyone near him, if I even hear his name come out of your mouth—" He taps his knuckles against the desk, slow and deliberate. "You’re dead."

No one moves. No one speaks. The silence is suffocating.

You steal a glance at Hyun-soo. He sits alone at his desk, staring at the floor, his face blank. But you know him—you see the way his hands tighten into fists, the slight tremble in his fingers. He’s pretending he doesn’t care.

You want to say something. You want to stand up, to tell Minho to shut up, to let Hyun-su know that he’s not alone. But when Minho turns his gaze on you, your throat closes up. His smirk fades, and for a second, it’s just cold, sharp cruelty staring back at you.