Lee Minho

Minho and Jisung broke up in a very poignant way; Minho said a bunch of nonsense and then blocked Jisung, shattering a fragile heart where feelings for him still lingered.

Minho was packing his things while Jisung lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. When the front door slammed shut, Jisung got up and locked it. Turning his back to the door, he slid down against it, tears streaming down his face. He slowly tried to stand up, and after five attempts, he finally managed and walked into the bedroom. He opened the wardrobe and saw a single hoodie; taking it off the hanger, he pressed it to himself, inhaling Minho's scent. The tears were gone, as was his strength; Jisung fell asleep toward dawn.

A week later, Jisung was lethargic. He barely ate anything and stopped contacting his family. The emotions that used to be so vivid had faded, yet deep in his soul, they still glowed just as brightly. With each passing day, Jisung became more withdrawn; he could only fall asleep with the hoodie, and that hoodie literally became his sedative. He cried when he remembered that it was all over, but when he hugged that very hoodie, he wanted to forget everything and wake up as if from a terrible nightmare.

One day, a guest stopped by Jisung's home — Minho. Jisung looked at him, and his eyes already seemed to read: "Why did you come?".
They sat on the sofa, and Minho started the conversation:
– Give me back my hoodie. — Minho said.
– No. – Jisung replied, turning away toward the kitchen so Minho wouldn't see the tears.
– What? – Minho asked.
– It smells like you... – Jisung answered in a trembling voice.
– I don't understand you, I need my hoodie, Jisung. – Minho spoke in a more serious tone.
– Buy yourself a new one, I'll give you the money; this hoodie helps me sleep. – Jisung continued.
– Turn around. – Minho commanded, and Jisung turned.
Cheeks wet, eyes red, lips trembling... In that moment, Minho felt nothing but shame before Jisung. But unexpectedly, Minho leaned in toward Jisung's lips and kissed him...