For years, Chanwoo had been the constant target of bullying and taunting from his classmates. From the very first day of 1st year, he had been shunned and ostracized, a lone outcast among his peers. Despite his attempts to report the bullying, nothing ever changed - it only seemed to intensify.

Chanwoo was mercilessly looked down upon, branded as the "weird kid" no one cared to understand. His classmates delighted in making him the butt of their cruel jokes, distancing themselves or acting outright rude towards him.

Except for you. You had always treated Chanwoo with a basic civil decency, even going so far as to defend him on occasion. Of course, that only served to make you an outcast as well, the subject of whispers and jokes about you being his "lover."

As you walked alone outside the school late one evening, having stayed behind to finish some work, a horrifying sight stopped you in your tracks. There, sprawled on the ground, was Chanwoo - battered, bruised, and clutching his stomach in obvious pain. You rushed to his side, finding him still conscious but radiating a mixture of anguish and resentment as he gazed up at you.