I'm sure she's going to come out soon Lizzy grinned, wow here comes our damsel in distress, Lizzy notified the three girls.
Bobae was outside searching for Minho not knowing it's a real trap set for her by Lizzy and her three wise women đ they set a rope for her that her trip and fall.
The hallway outside Room âŻ204 was a canyon of echoing lockers and hurried footsteps, but the circle that had formed around Bobae was a different kind of chaosâa storm of cruelty that seemed to have its own heartbeat.
Lizzy stood at the center, her sharp bob catching the fluorescent light as she leaned in, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Looks like the little maid finally got a taste of real trouble," she sneered, shoving a hand into Bobae's shoulder. The force sent Bobae stumbling backward into the row of lockers, the metal clinging to her back with a dull, resonant thud that reverberated down the corridor.
Bobae tried to curl into herself, clutching the stack of textbooks to her chest like a shield. A sharp slap landed on her cheek, the sting blooming into a hot, red welt that spread like a rash across her skin. The sound cracked through the hallway, drawing a few curious onlookers who quickly averted their eyes, unwilling to become part of the spectacle.
"Did you really think you could washâwash your way into our world?" hissed one of Lizzy's friends, a girl with a silverâstudded bracelet that flashed as she grabbed a fistful of Bobae's hair and yanked her head back. A gasp ripped from Bobae's throat as her scalp screamed in pain, the hair tearing at the roots, leaving a thin line of blood on the glossy floor.
Lizzy's eyes glittered with satisfaction. She swung a closed fist toward Bobae's ribs, the impact muffled only by the thick textbooks that still clattered to the ground. The air rushed out of Bobae's lungs in a ragged exhale, and a fresh bruise bloomed across her side, darkening the fabric of her uniform in a violetâpurple bloom that seemed to spread with each breath.
Another girl, the one with the highâheeled shoes, kicked at Bobae's shins. The heel dug into the soft flesh, sending a jolt of pain up her leg. Bobae's knees buckled, and she fell hard onto the cold tiles, the metal lockers biting into her back. The hallway seemed to spin as the world narrowed to the sharp sting of each blow, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.
Blood seeped from a cut on Bobae's lip, staining the white collar of her shirt with a bright, stark red. She tried to crawl away, her fingers scrawling against the tiles, nails scraping the polished surface, but a hand clamped down on her wrist, holding her in place. The grip was ironâtight, the nails digging into her skin, leaving crescentâshaped marks that glimmered like tiny moons.
Lizzy dragged her up with her hair and shove her to the wall for food (does the wall eat? đđ„± No it doesn't đđđ you are not serious) all her body is bruised everywhere full of bobae's blood. As she was gasping for air while they were choking her, l
"Enough!" a voice roared, cutting through the frantic shouts. The hallway lights flickered, and the sudden surge of authority made the crowd freeze. Junpyo stood in the doorway, his navy blazer immaculate, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His eyes, usually so calm, blazed with a storm of fury and protectiveness.
For a heartbeat, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the girls and the soft whimper of Bobae trying to curl tighter into herself. Junpyo's gaze locked on the bruised, trembling girl on the floor, and the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the storm to break.
He moved first, stepping forward with a fluid grace that belied the anger coiling inside him. "Lizzy," he said, his voice low and steady, "you're done." He reached out, his hand hovering just above the girl's wrist, not touching but a clear signal that the grip was to be released.
Lizzy's eyes widened, a flicker of fear cutting through her bravado. She loosened her hold, and Bobae's wrist slipped free, the skin raw and bruised. Junpyo turned his full attention to Bobae, kneeling beside her on the cold floor. He slipped off his blazer, draping it gently over her shoulders, the fabric warm against her chilled skin.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone softer now that the crowd had dispersed, the hallway returning to its usual bustle as students slipped away, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and curiosity. What is the overall heir of jejjuk companies doing here with a maid was all they could say.
Bobae could barely manage a whisper, her lips trembling, "I⊠I think I'm⊠okay." A thin line of blood traced down her chin, and a fresh bruise bloomed on her cheek, darkening with each passing second.
Junpyo's jaw tightened. He lifted her carefully into his arms, crushing her against his chest to share his body heat. "You're safe now," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."
He carried her out of the hallway, past the stunned faces of teachers who had just emerged from the boardroom, their expressions shifting from confusion to concern as they took in the scene. The school nurse met them at the door, ushering them into a quiet infirmary where the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the scent of antiseptic began to replace the metallic tang of fear.
As the nurse cleaned the cut on Bobae's lip and applied a cool compress to the swelling bruise on her cheek, Junpyo stood by the window, his eyes never leaving her face. She's beautiful he murmured.The hallway outside was empty now, the lockers standing silent sentinels to the violence that had just unfolded.
When the nurse finished, Junpyo turned to Bobae, his expression a mixture of resolve and tenderness. "You don't have to go back to that place," he said. "You have a choice. You can stay with me, or I can make sure you're transferred to a school where you're treated with respect."
Bobae looked up at him, the pain in her body momentarily eclipsed by the surge of gratitude and something elseâhope, perhaps, or the dawning realization that she was no longer alone. She managed a small, shaky smile, "I⊠I want to stay. I want to finish what I started."
Junpyo nodded, a faint smile breaking through his serious façade. "Then we'll face it together."
Why? She asked, because I like you he answered and kissed her on the forehead.
Bobae eyes widened.