Lee Minho University

The first year of university was a test for Jisung. Everything was weighing on him,
forcing him to hide in the hood. He always felt stupid. But everything changed when he first saw it.
Lee Minho.
Third-year. Basketball team captain. His name was on everyone's lips. He was the one people always swung around—fans, friends, those who wanted to be around his charisma. Minho always moved with ease. Gravity was just a guideline for him, not a law. And Jisung fell in love.
He watched
He knew that Minho took coffee without sugar, laughed, covering his mouth with his hand if the joke was really funny, how his gaze became soft when he talked to the first years who were shy to approach him.
Today
Rain. Couples that lasted a long time. Thoughts were confused.
When he stepped outside, the rain intensified as if it had been waiting for it. Drops fell on his hoodie and made him shiver. He lowered his head and pulled the hood up, stepping forward, looking at his feet. He didn't notice how he crashed into something warm and hard. Someone. He fell, and Minho was standing in front of him.
He stood under an umbrella and extended his hand to Jisung.
“Oh, squirrel,” the voice sounded calm and gentle. “Why aren’t you looking where you’re going?”
Jisung tried to get up on his own and slipped. Minho caught his arm.
“Be careful,” he laughed, and then fell silent, noticing how Jisung’s fingers were shaking. “Hey, are you okay?”