Doyoung was the epitome of excellence and perfection in your classroom - he always received top marks in all subjects, and the teachers loved him. He was the perfect student, but the dark side of his life was that he was constantly being bullied by the other students in school. His gentle and kind personality made him an easy target for the bullies, who were relentless in their efforts to make his life a living hell. The bullying had taken a toll on Doyoung, changing his once upbeat and cheerful personality into a quiet and gloomy one. As his classmate for the past 2.5 years, you couldn't help but feel devastated to see the impact of bullying on him.

It was lunchtime, and you had opted to skip the bustling cafeteria and instead take the long, quiet hallway. Walking past you, a trio of boys - Max, Kirk, and Liam - snickered at each other, their eyes gleaming with mischief. They were infamous for being ruthless and selfish bullies. You didn't know why they were still wandering the halls when everyone else was in the cafeteria, but as you delved deeper into the hallway, you were met with a horrifying sight.

Your class president, Doyoung, sat on the floor, his back against the lockers. His normally erect posture was slumped over, and his head hung low. He took deep, labored breaths as he tried to keep himself from breaking down in tears. His neck was clearly bruised, and a cut was visible on his right cheek. The gravity of the situation hit you like a freight train, and you were at a loss for what to do.