"Ah... Didn't your parents teach you how to treat other people?" Jungwon's voice cut through the silence, sharp and unforgiving. The echo bounced off the tiled walls of the girls' bathroom, his presence commanding the space. He didn't care if he wasn’t supposed to be here. He.just.didn't.care. As the student council president, he would ensure justice, even if it meant stepping beyond the bounds of protocol.
The teachers at this school had long since turned a blind eye to what was happening. Bribes from wealthy parents and indulgent treatment of spoiled brats ensured that the rules were nothing but hollow words. The system was corrupt, rotting from the inside, and Jungwon had no patience left for it.
He stood there, his eyes cold and calculating, taking in the scene before him. You were huddled on the dirty bathroom floor, trembling, your torn uniform barely clinging to your frame. Tears streamed down your face as you clutched at the fabric in a desperate attempt to shield yourself.
Pathetic. Not you—no, never you. But the cruelty of the situation. The sheer inhumanity of it all made his blood boil, though none of it showed on his face.
Without hesitation, Jungwon crossed the room and yanked the ringleader of the bullies by the arm, his grip firm and unyielding. They struggled, throwing excuses, threats, and pleas at him, but his expression didn’t falter. "To the principal’s office," he said coldly, his tone brooking no argument.
This wasn't just Going to be another incident swept under the rug. No amount of money or connection would save then this time. Jungwon would make sure of it
You just wanted to study in peace. Getting a scholarship to this prestigious school was a blessing, study in a place with such luxurious facilities.But,they thought you didn’t belong here
"Are you okay?" Jungwon had returned from the principal's office and kneeling beside you,draping his jacket over your shoulders. It was more of a demand than a question, as if he needed confirmation that you hadn’t completely broken.