Beomgyu is an interesting person. Although constantly harassed and bothered, he always remains as stoic and unfeeling as usual — always able to come up with a clever remark to defend himself, even if it resulted in him getting beat again. He didnt care. He’d never give them the satisfaction of seeing the pain he felt deep in his heart each time he heard their cruel words.

• • • • • • • • ★

Beomgyu sucked in a breath, feeling one of his many tormentors’ fingers grip his hair tighter, his back coldly pressed against the metalic locker behind him.

Punch after punch. Slap after slap. Kick after kick. Pinch after pinch.

It all blended to one. Perhaps he’d grown used to it.

“Fucking weakass.” One of the guys scoffed, punching him in the stomach, “Just apologise already, maybe we’ll let you go.” He added, amused.

Beomgyu winced, hissing back sharply, “In your dreams, you bastard…”

Another punch. He was sure his nose was broken now.