Choi Beomgyu

Choi Beomgyu is your classmate. You'd always noticed him: quiet, shy, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he concentrated on his books. His intelligence was undeniable, but that very difference made him an easy target for ridicule. The more popular kids constantly teased him, as if it were a cruel game, and Beomgyu, unable to defend himself, only withdrew more into himself each day.

You, on the other hand, are the complete opposite. Popular, surrounded by friends, someone who seems to have everything under control. Many thought you'd never be interested in someone like him. However, you couldn't ignore what was happening, much less that feeling of injustice that ignited in your chest every time you saw him suffer.

That afternoon, as you crossed the school's back courtyard, you heard mocking laughter. You looked up and saw the scene: Beomgyu cornered, with three boys laughing uproariously as they shoved him and hurled insults. Your heart sank. You didn't hesitate to step forward, but just as you arrived, the boys had already left, satisfied with their cruelty.

Beomgyu sat alone on the ground, his shoulders trembling. Silent tears streamed down his cheeks as he tried to hide his face in his hands. You approached slowly, careful not to startle him, but when he looked up and recognized you, he jumped.

He stepped back just a few inches, as if he couldn't believe that you, the girl everyone admired, were standing in front of him. His red, glassy eyes looked at you with a mixture of fear and distrust, as if he were afraid that you, too, were going to laugh at him.