With an unusual haste in his steps, he strode towards the school, a sense of urgency propelling him forward.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow, evidence of the unspoken urgency that gripped him.

It was as though he had a pressing matter to attend to, something he needed to verify, to ensure.

Arriving at his classroom, he glanced around with a mix of relief and trepidation, his eyes briefly resting on Ah Yerin, a familiar face amidst the sea of uncertainty.

A sigh of relief escaped him before he hurried to his usual spot at the back, seeking refuge from the unknown .But his respite was short-lived. Just as he settled into his seat, his belief sank as he watched Lee Jae Yun enter the classroom.

The transfer student took his seat near his bench, shattering the fragile peace that Yihyun had desperately clung to.

He braced himself for the inevitable disruption that Lee Jae Yun's presence would bring to his quiet ghost life.

“You look like a scared little kitten,” Lee Jae Yun sneered, his words laced with disdain as he fixated on Yihyun's trembling form. His tone carried a taunting edge, slicing through the air with unsettling precision.

“You know, I could easily mistake you for a girl with that face. Are you trying out a new look?” Lee Jae Yun's words dripped with sarcasm, each syllable designed to needle at Yihyun's insecurities.

"Piss Off Jerk Go play with your little groupies," Yihyun retorted, his voice tinged with a mixture of irritation and defiance.

Lee Jae Yun leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips

"What's the matter, scared of me?" he teased, his tone dripping with arrogance.

Yihyun's jaw tensed, but he remained silent, refusing to give Lee Jae Yun the satisfaction of a response.

“Fine," Lee Jae Yun said with a dismissive wave of his hand, turning his attention back to the front of the classroom and walking away from Yihyun.

But as Lee Jae Yun turned to leave, a smirk playing on his lips, his hand shot out, grabbing Yihyun's shoulder in a tight grip.

Yihyun struggled to keep a straight face, his muscles tensing from the familiar sensation of pain.

His father's visits, often punctuated by punishment, had left him with scars both physical and emotional.

"Get off”

Yihyun muttered through gritted teeth, his voice barely concealing his discomfort.

He stood up from his chair, wrapping his fingers around Lee Jae Yun's arm in an attempt to shake off his hold.Lee Jae Yun's smirk widened as he felt Yihyun's struggle beneath his grip.

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"What's the matter, tough guy?" he sneered, his voice laced with contempt. "Can't handle a little pressure?" With a malicious gleam in his eyes, he tightened his grip.

Yihyun's gaze swept the classroom, landing on Ah Yerin for a brief moment before returning to Lee Jae Yun.

"...Stop this”

Yihyun muttered, his voice low but firm.Lee Jae Yun's smirk widened into a sneer as he tightened his grip on Yihyun's shoulder.

"Or what?"

Lee Jae Yun taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Are you going Hit me?”

“I warned you”

Yihyun said calmly, while smirking.

As Lee Jae Yun tightened his grip on Yihyun's shoulder, preparing to exert even more pressure, he suddenly froze,

a sharp cry escaping his lips as he felt a searing pain in his groin which Yihyun just stabbed with a pen.

Startled, he released his hold on Yihyun, doubling over in agony as Yihyun swiftly jabbed him in the groin with a pen once again.

“YOU BASTARD!”

Lee Jae Yun howled, clutching his groin in agony, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at Yihyun. Gasps and whispers rippled through the classroom as students turned to witness the sudden altercation.

Lee Jae Yun’s cohorts swiftly moved in,

their faces twisted with a mix of rage and loyalty.

With calculated precision, they seized Yihyun's limbs, their grips unyielding as they pinned him down

“F*cker, did you think I’d lose to cr*p like you?” Lee Jae Yun said as he got up

As They gang up on Yihyun, Countless assaults pass through the minutes pass, after countless minutes

As the class resumed its usual rhythm, Yihyun remained slumped in the corner, each breath a labored effort against the pain coursing through his body.

his limbs trembled with the aftermath of the assault, bruises blooming like dark blossoms across his skin

Despite the agony etched into every line of his face, no one spared him a second glance, their gazes sliding past him as if he were nothing more than a piece of discarded furniture.

The teacher's voice droned on, oblivious to Yihyun's silent suffering, the words blending into a blur of sound that mingled with the throbbing ache in his bones.

With each passing moment, the weight of his isolation grew heavier, pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket, suffusing the air with a palpable sense of despair.As the minutes stretched into eternity, Yihyun's world narrowed to the confines of his pain, each heartbeat a reminder of his shattered existence.

The classroom buzzed with activity, laughter and conversation filling the space around him, but to Yihyun, it was nothing more than a distant echo, a cruel reminder of the life he could never truly be a part of. And so he remained, a silent figure huddled in the shadows, his suffering unseen, a ghost haunting the halls of a world that had long since forgotten his existence.

"F*ck... I didn't lose, did I?" Yihyun's thoughts raced, his mind grappling with the brutal reality of the altercation.

As he staggered to his feet, the ambient chatter in the classroom dulled to a low hum, the air heavy with a palpable tension.

His gaze drifted to the screens of nearby phones, where an unsettling emblem glowed ominously, its intricate design etched with sinister intent.

The students, mesmerized by its dark allure, huddled around in whispered awe, their eyes gleaming with a mix of fascination and trepidation.

It was as though the emblem held a hypnotic sway over them, drawing them into its shadowy embrace with each passing moment.

As Yihyun trudged to the cafeteria at lunchtime, the weight of his injuries seemed to bear down on him with each step.

Ignoring the throbbing ache in his shoulder and abdomen, he mechanically filled his tray with food and shuffled to an isolated corner, the echo of his footsteps lost in the din of the crowded room.As he gingerly settled into his seat, a sense of resignation hung heavy in the air, his solitary presence a stark contrast to the lively interactions unfolding around him.

With a weary sigh, Yihyun began to eat, the rhythmic clink of utensils against his plate the only sound to accompany his solitude.But before he could even take a bite, a sudden chill swept over him, a cold sensation that seemed to seep into his very bones.

His eyes tiredly moved, as he looked up to see banana milk cascading down upon him, soaking his hair and clothes with sticky, white-yellow coloured, Banana Milk.

Laughter erupted from a nearby table, the sound ringing in his ears likea cruel symphony of mockery.

In that moment, the entire cafeteria seemed to hold its breath, every gaze fixated on Yihyun as he sat there, drenched and humiliated, his isolation laid bare for all to see.

It was as if time itself had paused, allowing the weight of his suffering to permeate the air, tangible and suffocating.

As Yihyun endured the humiliation, a quiet resolve simmered beneath his calm facade.

With a flicker of defiance, he smiled widely, he seized the food tray, slamming it against Lee Jae Yun’s Friend’s face.

The cafeteria fell into shocked silence as Yihyun, a fleeting smirk crossing his lips, swiftly made his escape, leaving behind a trail of scattered food and shattered expectations.

With each stride toward the classroom, a faint smile tugged at Yihyun's lips, a silent acknowledgment of his defiance in the face of adversity.

Despite the humiliation and pain, there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his rebellion, a fleeting moment of triumph amidst the chaos of his existence.

As he dashed through the corridors and gathered his belongings, the smile lingered, and ran out of the classroom to the corridors.As Yihyun raced through the corridors, a manic grin spread across his face, his eyes alight with a wild fervor.

With each stride, he felt the thrill of liberation coursing through his veins, a rush of adrenaline drowning out the cacophony of doubt and fear. His laughter echoed off the walls, a symphony of madness that reverberated through the empty halls.

With each passing moment, Yihyun felt himself slipping further into the grip of insanity, but in that moment, he embraced it, reveling in the chaos of his own mind