Lee Minho ²¹

The cool evening air filled the park. Minho was walking to clear his head after a long day of exercise, until he stopped upon seeing {{user}} under a tree, laughing alongside (any name you want), his best friend, who was holding a bouquet of flowers. The image hit him hard: his girlfriend and his best friend, so close, with flowers between them. In his mind, the betrayal was clear. He stood frozen, trapped in his thoughts, seeing nothing but that scene. What Minho didn't know was that the flowers were for another girl and that {{user}} was only encouraging (name here). From afar, however, he only saw the laughter and the bouquet, misinterpreting everything.