**Standing in the Night Town Without Any Clothes: Lucas NCT Bullying Case**
Prompt: Standing in the night town without any clothes: Lucas NCT Bullying case
The night was heavy with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt, and the flickering streetlights cast elongated shadows on the deserted sidewalks of Seoul’s nightlife district. Lucas found himself standing there, shivering—not from the chill of the night but from the weight of vulnerability that pressed down on him. He could hear the muffled sound of laughter and music spilling from nearby clubs, but that wasn’t what occupied his mind. Instead, he was grappling with the harsh reality he had faced over the last few months, in a world where fame intertwined easily with cruelty—where his status as a rising star in the K-pop industry made him both a target and a laughingstock.
As a member of the popular boy group NCT, Lucas was surrounded by adoring fans and the flash of cameras. But that glittering exterior masked the darker underbelly of the entertainment industry, where jealousy and competition turned friends into adversaries overnight. It had all started with whispered rumors—tiny seeds of doubt sown among the members that bloomed into full-fledged accusations. They called him insensitive, lazy, and ungrateful; lies that were fueled by an insatiable hunger for drama among fans and the media alike.
Soon enough, Lucas was thrust into the center of a bullying case that reverberated through online forums like a storm. He was depicted as everything from a tyrant to a coward, painted in shades of betrayal that drained him of his vitality. The accusations piled up like an avalanche, each more absurd than the last; he had become a caricature of the very person he strived to be. Yet, the hardest hit was the isolation it bred—his friends, his groupmates, the very people he considered his brothers had started to look through him, eyes tinged with mistrust.
The cool night air wrapped around Lucas like a shroud as he recalled that fateful evening when the first video surfaced on social media. The clips showed him in a backstage moment: laughing, playing, just being himself. But someone had taken snippets, twisted them, and framed him as a villain. The comments flooded in like a torrent, and as he read through the hateful messages, he felt his heart crack into pieces. “Soft targets,” they called him. “Duplicity incarnate.”
Days turned into weeks, and the situation only grew darker. The members began to pull away, hesitant to address the growing storm. Over dinners, Lucas tried to laugh along with their jokes, but he could sense the unease lurking just below the surface. He was friendless and alone in a world that had once glittered with promise.
Tonight, he had decided to leave the dorm. He needed air; he needed to escape the suffocating confines of the label and the weight of expectation. He wandered through the streets, feeling as though he were walking among ghosts, reflections of who he used to be—a vibrant youth with dreams of starry-eyed fame. As he walked deeper into the night, the laughter and chatter were like an insidious hum, reminding him of his isolation.
Lucas stopped by a bridge overlooking the vibrant chaos of the town below. The city glimmered under the starlit sky, a stark juxtaposition to the darkness swirling inside him. He closed his eyes and leaned against the cold railing, imagining how it would feel to finally rid himself of the burdens he carried. The night was a canvas of possibilities—a serene escape from the chaos, even if just momentarily.
“Are you alright?” a soft voice broke into his thoughts. He turned to see a girl standing a few feet away, concern etched on her face.
“I—I'm fine,” he said, though the words felt hollow. He was far from fine.
She stepped closer, her gaze steady. “You don’t seem fine. You look… lost.”
Lucas chuckled bitterly, “Lost is one way to put it.”
The girl’s eyes softened, and they stood in silence for a moment, the bustling city behind them alive with activity while time stood still in their little pocket of reality. “You know,” she began, “people often forget that everyone has a story. They see what they want to see and create their narratives.”
Lucas smiled sadly, “It’s easier to believe the worst in someone, isn’t it?”
Her brows furrowed, “You should stand tall, regardless of what they say. They don’t know you, Lucas. You’re more than their words.”
His heart twisted at the sound of his name spoken aloud, not cloaked in animosity but rather a flicker of kindness. It felt foreign yet comforting.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Jin,” she offered, smiling. “I’m just passing through. I saw you looking so lonely and thought I’d check if you needed company.”
It was an innocent gesture, yet one that sparked something buried deep within Lucas—a sense of belonging, however fleeting it may be. They talked for hours, sharing dreams, fears, and the weight they both carried silently.
As the dawn approached, illuminating the streets with a soft light, Lucas realized the conversation had shifted something within him. He might bear the brunt of rumors and the unwanted spotlight, but he was still Lucas. And like the city behind him, constantly evolving, he would take this experience—a night spent standing in his vulnerability and emerge renewed.
In the end, the world of K-pop might be unforgiving, and the path ahead uncertain, but he was ready to face it—clad not in clothes or armor but in resolve and honesty. Empowered by the reminder that even in darkness, connections could be forged, and light could be found in the most unexpected places.
He took a deep breath, heart swelling with hope, and as the first rays of sunlight splashed across the sky, Lucas felt ready to reclaim his narrative.
