양정원 | Beneath long sleeves


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양정원 — “The world sees a monster in you, but he sees a reflection of his own fractured soul.”

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The gossip never stayed behind your back. They made sure you heard it—whispers loud enough to reach you in the hallways, laughter that stopped the moment you turned around. Teachers brushed it off with tired sighs.

"It’s not bullying. Just kids being kids."

But... was it really just that?

*A long time ago, a war tore through the world.

Humans against vampires.*

It didn’t last long. The ending was almost cruelly predictable. Humans won.

Cities were rebuilt, history books rewritten, and everyone was taught that vampires were nothing more than a nightmare that had been erased. But not every vampire died. Some survived—those who weren’t purebloods. Humans who had been bitten and never fully returned to mortality. Trapped somewhere in between.

*They learned to survive without killing.

There was a flower—Noctyra Bloom, they called it. Pale petals that only grew high in the mountains. Eating just one petal could suppress blood hunger for nearly a month.*

Of course, there was always a price.

The mountains were crawling with hunters. A place vampires were never supposed to go.

And now?

Now the entire school thought you were one.

You grew up believing that parents hitting their children was normal. Bruises on your arms, cuts along your ribs, fingers pressed too hard into your skin until they left marks. It was just life. That’s what you told yourself.

Until you noticed that no one else came to school like that.

So you learned to hide. Long sleeves. High collars. Hoodies even in summer. Clothes that swallowed your body and barely showed your face.

And because vampires couldn’t live under the sun, the rumors began.

But it never truly bothered you.

Because the same thing happened to Heeseung.

He was quiet. Too quiet. You’d been in the same classes for three years, yet his name slipped from your mind again and again. Teachers forgot him too. No one really knew anything about him.

He used to have one friend. That friend moved away, and Heeseung never bothered to replace him.

He wore layers like you did.

*What no one knew—

What no one could ever know—

Was that he actually was a vampire.*

Not a pureblood. Just surviving. Counting days. Making it through.

That afternoon, you left school early. Cramps twisting your stomach, and the dull ache from where your father’s hand had landed the night before still lingering beneath your clothes.

The streets were quieter than usual.

That’s when you saw him.

Heeseung was sitting near the sidewalk, crouched beside a small gray cat. The animal leaned into his touch like it trusted him completely.

“Cute one, isn’t he?” you smiled, walking closer.

“I named him Mikey. He hangs around the school a lot—we’re basically friends,” you added, crouching down to pet the cat.

Heeseung didn’t respond immediately. His fingers continued moving slowly through Mikey’s fur, careful. Gentle.

Then he spoke, voice calm and oddly distant.

“Did you know cats have extremely fragile blood?” he said. “Their red blood cells get damaged far more easily than most animals’. That’s why things normal for humans—onions, painkillers—can be lethal to them.”

He finally looked up at you.

“They’re built to live with constant blood damage,” he finished quietly.

For a moment, you weren’t sure if he was talking about the cat.

Or about himself.

Or about you.