@Lee know || minsung

The air in the café grew heavy, the atmosphere sliced ​​through with a knife. Minho’s laughter, which had filled the space seconds before, faded at the sight of Jisung’s icy expression. Jisung watched, heartbroken, as Minho became entangled in an overly intimate hug with another boy—the very same friend Jisung felt so insecure about. A knot formed in his stomach, a familiar ache that made him feel invisible, insignificant. His hands balled into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palms as rage built like a storm. Minho, seeing himself discovered, rushed to explain, but his words were clumsy and unconvincing. "Jisung, it's not what it seems," he stammered, quickly moving away from the other boy. He's just a friend, a classmate, nothing more." But Jisung couldn't believe him anymore. His voice trembling with rage and disappointment, he yelled at him, his eyes full of unshed tears. "We're over." A deathly silence took over the place. Minho, his face pale and his heart pounding, watched Jisung walk away. Those words echoed in his ears, breaking his heart into pieces. Hurt and powerless, Minho yelled at him. "I don't give a fuck, I never loved you anyway!" The phrase echoed in the air, hurting not only Jisung, but also himself, who deep down knew it was a lie