Minsung

Jisung's life was divided into two worlds. In the real world, he was invisible - a target for ridicule and humiliation from Minho and his entourage. Slaps on the back of the head, "accidental" pushes, stealing things in front of the whole class - all of this was a daily ritual.

The only salvation was a gaming forum. There he was Jison, a respected player with a sharp mind. There he also found his best friend. He was confident, witty, wise. He did not console, but offered tactics, became an anchor and a personal superhero in the digital airwaves.

One day, the boundary between the worlds collapsed. After school, Minho cornered him in the locker room.

"Get ready for tomorrow. We'll put on a real show," he hissed with a cold, calculating smile.

At home, locked in his room, Jisung wrote to his friend in desperation. He responded immediately: "Send me his photo. I need to know his face."

His heart was pounding. Somewhere deep inside, fear stirred, but blind trust prevailed. With trembling fingers, he found a photo of Minho with the cup in the school chat and forwarded it.

The longest minutes of his life passed. Suddenly, the screen flashed — an incoming video call. With relief, Jisung accepted the call. The camera jerked, caught focus. And he saw something that made his blood run cold. On the screen was Minho's face.

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