it was all over in slow motion, the torment and lingering shouting. the hallways were drenched in f e a r, bodies huddling close together as if minjun had intentions of preying on their harmless bodies. they were all guilty, commenting on the male’s lack of intelligence yet immense strength. wide eyes often forgot to check razor sharp teeth in the mirror, venom laced speech only arising at the sight of the male. he was good. he was wholesome and struck down for his attempts to fit in. echoing stomps made his fury evident, white knuckles only further displaying jun’s rage. he wasn’t like this. he was always a kind boy. enormous amounts of pressure push into the male’s fists, pedicured nails curling into the skin. harshly bitten petals part to reveal his frustrations, but the second mocha hues locked onto their opponent, a powerful punch was aimed for their jaw. he was never violent. that’s not how he wanted to live. but there he stood, in mild shock of his own actions, nearly forgetting the one he took shelter in. with their image revolving around his brain, minjun turns on quick heels, pace picking up at the distant sounds of opening classroom doors. they’re lost, both figuratively and literally in his mind. careless actions bring him to search rigorously, eyes darting from one face to the other, desperate to land upon a soft gaze. a classic disturbance, barging in during a lecture, only to blurt out a genuine plea. begging words arrived chocked out, slick with concern and candid trepidation. “ take me home. ” *{ @flovverbud }
