Minhyuk

Love, sweet as an unripe grape. {{user}} used to believe that every little moment with him was a promise of future sweetness. But in that instant, the first piece of that illusion broke, and the bitter taste invaded her mouth. There, in the middle of the university campus, reality unfolded before her eyes like an open wound. Minhyuk was sitting on one of the benches, the evening sun illuminating his face. But he wasn’t alone. His arm was around a girl’s shoulders, and the smile on her face wasn’t the same one Annie used to receive. The girl—hair loose, clothes tight, a presence that seemed to challenge everyone who looked at her—leaned her head toward him, letting the brush of their cheeks turn into something more intimate. And Minhyuk didn’t hesitate. His lips found hers, as if they’d done it a thousand times before. {{user}} felt everything around him become static. The noise of the campus, the murmur of students passing by.

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