It started with something small.
A laugh.
A soft joke.
A hand brushing Sea's when he passed a pen back in class.
Minjae, a third-year student, tall, cocky, always acting like he owned the room. He had charm, and he used it recklessly.
That morning, Sea was late to class. Minjae saw him hurrying down the hallway and smirked.
> "New boy," he called, walking up beside him. "You always look lost. Cute."
Sea blinked. "I'm okay."
> "You shouldn't walk around alone, though. People here... they're wolves. Wanna stick close to me instead?"
Sea didn't answer. He just smiled awkwardly and kept walking. Minjae followed.
> "C'mon, don't act like I'm scary. You're kinda my type."
That was the mistake.
What Minjae didn't know—
Is that someone was watching.
And Boss Park does not share.
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That night, Sea didn't see Boss. But Minjae did.
Behind the science building.
The area with no cameras.
Minjae didn't even get to scream properly.
Only the sound of bones cracking.
A sickening crunch.
And the soft, terrifying voice of a boy with nothing but darkness in his veins.
> "Touch him again, and I'll rip your hands off next."
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Minjae didn't return to class.
The whispers started first, then rumors.
> "Hospital."
"Three broken ribs."
"Jaw dislocated."
"He won't say who did it."
But everyone knew.
Especially when Boss strolled through the hallway like nothing happened.
Like it was just another Friday.
Sea heard the whispers.
Saw the looks.
And he felt it.
A weight pressing down on his chest.
> He didn't ask for this.
He didn't want trouble.
Why was someone getting hurt because of him?
He couldn't sleep that night.
Minjae's smile haunted him.
But it was Boss's voice that kept replaying in his head.
That soft, chilling tone that didn't match the violence behind it.
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To be continued