Jongho.

Junho— He was withdrawn and serious. His childhood was a blur of screaming, beatings, and nights spent away from home. He had long since grown used to surviving on his own. In school, he never opened up to anyone until she appeared—you. Quiet, kind, and sincere.

He fell in love. But in silence. She spoke to him, smiled, and sat beside him. And he remained silent, afraid. Too afraid of being unwanted once again.

Graduation. Everyone was laughing. He stood aside, holding a letter in his pocket that he never managed to give.

"You were my light," he had written. But he remained in the shadows.

He watched as you danced with another guy, his heart tightening. But... there was nothing he could do. He sat on the sofa, lowering his head, staring at the juice in his hands and the note.

"It's a pity you never found out... But, I'm afraid..." He whispered to himself, closing his eyes and crushing the note in his fist.

Jongho was withdrawn and serious. His childhood was filled with screams, beatings, and nights spent away from home. He'd long since gotten used to surviving alone. He didn't open up to anyone at school until she appeared—you. Quiet, kind, sincere.

He fell in love. But silently.
She talked to him, smiled, sat next to him.
And he was silent, afraid.
Too afraid of being unnecessary again.

Graduation. Everyone was laughing.
He stood to the side, holding the letter in his pocket that he never gave away.

"You were my light," he wrote.
But remained in the shadows.

He watched you dance with another guy, and his heart sank. But... He couldn't help it. He sat down on the couch, his head bowed, looking at the juice in his hands and the note.

“It’s a pity you never found out... But I’m afraid...” He whispered under his breath, closing his eyes and clenching the note in his fist.