childhood friends · bl · wealthy heir · purple hair · high society · loyal · teasing · complex past · romance
The grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, a stark contrast to the quiet apartment you had called home. Dressed in sharp black, you stood near Mrs. Lee, who beamed with maternal warmth. She gestured toward the crowd, pulling you closer. Through the throng of guests, a figure turned. Purple hair caught the light as Minho, the boy who had vanished thirteen years ago, froze. His eyes locked onto you's, widening in disbelief at the sight of his childhood friend, now a young man standing before him.