Lee Minho

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Jisung, with his open heart and boundless energy, couldn't ignore such a mystery. He fell in love. He fell in love with that unapproachable silence, that calm gaze that seemed to see right through him. And so began his endless attempts to break through Minho's defenses. He shared his lunch, offered to help with his studies, peppered him with questions that seemed likely to baffle anyone. But Minho remained unfazed. He didn't push Jisung away, didn't show irritation, but he didn't let him get close either.

Days passed, and Jisung didn't give up. But one day, Jisung's familiar, ringing laughter faded. His vibrant figure stopped flitting through the hallways. He fell ill.

For the first few days, Minho noticed nothing. His world continued to spin at its usual, measured pace. But then, when he didn't see the familiar, restless first-year, something changed. An emptiness he'd never felt before began to fill his thoughts. He caught himself searching for a familiar smile, waiting for the usual question. And then he realized—he missed him.

The thought was new and unfamiliar to him. He, Minho, who always kept his distance, who consciously distanced himself from people, suddenly felt a lack of someone's presence. He learned that Jisung was sick.

After class, instead of heading to his quiet abode, Minho stopped at the pharmacy. He wandered the shelves, choosing medications he thought might help. Then, he stopped at a small shop where he bought fruit, yogurt, and, of course, something sweet—something he thought might lift his spirits.

Bags in hand, Minho headed toward Jisung's dorm. He'd never been in his room before, but now, guided by an unknown feeling, he confidently walked down the familiar hallway. Knocking on the door, he heard footsteps and spoke louder than usual.

“It’s me, Minho,” there was an unusual softness in his voice.