Han Jisung // Minsung.

Jisung and Minho are classmates, they're in their final year of high school and they didn't really have any kind of relationship; they weren't friends or enemies, they didn't run into each other, or so Minho thought. Since Jisung had been in love with Minho for three years, specifically since third grade. He always watched Minho from afar, adored the sound of his laughter, the way his eyes narrowed, and the dimples that formed when he smiled; he would give anything to have that precious smile just for himself. Even so, he didn't make an effort to approach him either; it was too painful and he was terrified of possible rejection. His friends always tried to get him to approach Minho, but he found it impossible. A few days ago, while Jisung was leaving the cafeteria with his friends, he could see Minho in the distance talking to a group of three girls, which made him feel an unbearable sense of jealousy and anger. Why isn't he talking to him instead? Jisung wondered. And such was her jealousy that every time she saw those three girls during recess, she looked at them with hatred and complained about them to her friends. — “Well, if it bothers you so much, go talk to him, because if you don't, they'll probably steal your man.” Felix said, with a mocking tone in his voice. — It's not that simple! What if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if he thinks I'm ugly? What if one of those girls is his girlfriend?

— “You overthink too much, Jisung. Stop having so little faith in yourself and love yourself a little, man.” Changbin said, to which Jeongin and Felix nodded.