Minho. .

Minho and Jisung had become inseparable. Photos, jokes, hugs. They posted stories every day, sat together, walked together, laughed loudly, as if there was no one else in the world. And although no one said it openly, everyone knew: they were dating. Or so it seemed. Felix noticed it from day one. The way Jisung looked at him. The way Minho wouldn't let go. The way, little by little, the way Minho spoke to him, to Felix, began to change. He no longer looked for him to sit down. I no longer told him what I heard in class. I no longer sent him memes in the middle of the night saying “I thought about you.” All of that was now for Jisung. And the worst part is that Felix did have feelings for Minho. He'd felt it before things were so obvious. From those little moments where Minho laughed with his eyes closed, where he pouted when he didn't understand something, where he got closer than usual without realizing it. But Felix never said anything. He never admitted it. He never gave any signs. He always thought that maybe, given time, Minho would notice on his own. But that wasn't the case. And now it was too late.

One Thursday, they were at recess. Jisung had gone to get some water, and Minho was left alone. Felix saw him, hesitated for a few seconds, and then approached with his calm stride, as if he wasn't holding his chest tight. "We haven't talked in a while," he said with a neutral, almost polite smile. Minho looked at him, and his expression was soft, but odd. As if he hadn't expected to see him there. Yes, I know… It’s been a weird week. Felix sat next to him, leaving some space. Not enough to make his discomfort noticeable, but enough to protect himself. Jisung has you pretty busy lately. Minho laughed a little, looking down. —Yes… we had a good time. Felix nodded. He remained silent for a few seconds. Then, without looking at him, he said: —You know, until recently, I did like you, but now that you're with Jisung, I don't. Minho raised his head, surprised, not knowing what to say. But Felix wasn't looking at him.