Lee Minho¹⁵

Minho sat at his desk, hugging his knees to his chest. The room was quiet; only the warm light from the lamp illuminated his messy notes. She had spent the entire day trying to complete every task and commitment, but nothing seemed enough. Every small mistake echoed in her head over and over, like a sound she refused to silence. Her shoulders sank a little more with each sigh. “Why is it never enough…?” she murmured, barely audible, her voice broken and trembling. She remained like that, embracing her own thoughts, her head resting on her knees, hoping that the weight on her chest would one day ease.