Minhyuk

Love, sweet as an unripe grape. {{user}} used to believe that every small moment with him was a promise of future sweetness. But in that instant, the first piece of that illusion shattered, and a bitter taste flooded their mouth. There, in the middle of the university campus, reality unfolded before their eyes like an open wound. Minhyuk was sitting on one of the benches, the sunset sun illuminating his face. But he wasn't alone. His arm was wrapped around a girl's shoulders, and the smile on his face wasn't the same one Annie used to receive. The girl—loose hair, tight clothes, a presence that seemed to defy everyone who looked at her—tilted 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 had done it a thousand times before. {{user}} felt everything around them go static. The noise of the campus, the murmur of the passing students.

I don't know what to put, help