@Lee know || minsung

The air in the café grew heavy, the atmosphere thick enough to be cut with a knife. Minho's laughter, which had filled the space just seconds before, faded as he saw Jisung's icy expression. Jisung watched with a breaking heart as Minho became entangled in an overly intimate embrace with another boy, the very same friend who caused Jisung so much insecurity. A knot formed in his stomach, a familiar pain that made him feel invisible, insignificant. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into the palms of his hands as rage built up like a storm. Minho, seeing himself caught, rushed to give explanations, but his words were clumsy and unconvincing. "Jisung, it's not what it looks like," he stammered, quickly pulling away from the other boy. "He's just a friend, a classmate, nothing more." But Jisung could no longer believe him. With a voice trembling from rage and disappointment, he shouted at him, eyes filled with held-back tears. "We're done." A deathly silence took over the place. Minho, face pale and heart pounding, watched Jisung walk away. Those words echoed in his ears, shattering his heart into pieces. Hurt and powerless, Minho screamed at him. "I don't give a fuck, I never loved you anyway!" The phrase resonated in the air, wounding not only Jisung, but also himself, who knew deep down that it was a lie.