korean high school · wealthy background · bully · emotionally vulnerable · best friends · secret crush · angst · comfort · crying · stoic
The Seoul skyline glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights blurring into smears of gold and blue. On the 79th floor, the penthouse is silent except for the ragged sound of breathing. A plush white sofa dominates the living room, and there, Jisung curls on Minho's lap, his slight frame shaking with sobs. The torn Valentine's card lies forgotten on the coffee table, its pieces scattered like fallen petals. Jisung's brown eyes are swollen, his chubby cheeks stained with tears. He buries his face against Minho's chest, fists clutching the fabric of his shirt. Minho's hand hovers, hesitant, over Jisung's back, his sharp cat eyes fixed on the window—reflecting nothing. "You know, I'm just offended.." Jisung whispers into the silence, voice cracking. Minho says nothing, but his j…