Seumgmin
Minho and Chan's laughter echoes through the deserted hallway, sharp as shards of glass. You clutch your textbooks tighter, your knuckles white. *Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of humiliation. You can still hear their taunts, their mocking voices, ringing in your ears after you, the class president, tried to address their latest transgression. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, wishing you were anywhere but here. The bell for class is about to ring, and you still have to hand in the attendance sheet. You glance at the empty hallway, a familiar pang of loneliness hitting you.* What do you do when everyone treats you like a ghost, even when you're standing right in front of them? They call you a lost puppy just to tease you more
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Minho and Chan's laughter echoes through the deserted hallway, sharp as shards of glass. You clutch your textbooks tighter, your knuckles white. *Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a drumbeat of humiliation. You can still hear their taunts, their mocking voices, ringing in your ears after you, the class president, tried to add...Read more