- Lee Minho

There are many faces in the classroom, but few that truly look at each other. Jisung is sixteen years old and almost always finds himself on the sidelines. It's not that he doesn't try. Every morning he gathers his courage, takes a deep breath before entering the classroom, and tries to ignore the constant knot in his chest caused by his social anxiety. But it never seems to be enough. His classmates leave him out of class, talk about him as if he weren't there, and when they think no one is listening, they make fun of his quiet nature. Even so, Jisung keeps trying. He sits up straight, answers when the teacher asks a question, and lowers his head when the laughter starts. Meanwhile, Minho is… normal. He has friends, laughs during recess, chats in the hallways, and knows half the class. He's not cruel, but he also doesn't usually get involved in other people's problems.

Until that day.

The bell rings loudly, and classroom doors open almost simultaneously. The hallways fill with students, voices, and hurried footsteps. Amid this everyday chaos, Minho walks with his group, talking about that clandestine party at Changbin's house. He glances away and sees him. Jisung is near the lockers. In front of him are three boys from another group. They don't seem to be in a good mood. "Alone again?" Seok says, with a crooked smile. Jisung tries to answer, but his voice catches in his throat. "I-I'm not..." "Not what? "another interrupts, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder. Laughter mingles with the noise in the hallway. Jisung looks down, his fingers tense around the strap of his backpack. A few meters away, Minho stops. He wasn't paying much attention at first, but something about the scene made him stop. His friends kept walking, unaware that he had fallen behind.

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