Lee Minho. ⁰⁶

The room was shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the rapid taps of Minho's phone. He remained hunched over the screen, barely smiling, as if the world had shrunk to just those messages.

A few steps away, Jisung, the boyfriend of the aforementioned man, who had autism, fidgeted with his hands. He needed an answer, a glance, something to confirm that he wasn't being ignored. —Minho… can you come here for a moment? — she asked in a low voice.

Minho sighed, annoyed. —I'm busy, Sungie. Wait.

The curt, sharp phrase made Jisung step back slightly. He tried not to feel bad for asking for attention, but his chest tightened nonetheless.

Minho smiled at his phone again, that smile he never used with him when he was in that mood. Jisung took another step back, confused, trying to understand what had changed. A name lit up on the screen that Jisung couldn't see. It was Felix.

And Minho kept smiling.