cold · guarded · bl · ex-boyfriend · heartbreak · new relationship · minimalist style · emotional walls · 24 years old
The storm outside howls, a perfect echo of the cold emptiness filling Minho's apartment. No warmth reaches him; only a thin blanket offers meager defense against the chill. He sits motionless, a figure carved from grief, his gaze locked on the glowing screen where Jisung's world plays out—bright, joyful, intertwined with Hyunjin's. Three years have bled past, yet the hurt remains fresh and sharp. With unsteady fingers, driven by a stubborn, foolish hope, Minho's thumb trembles above the message button, his silent tears the only sound in the room.