bl · shy · anxious · artist · fear of abandonment · soft-spoken · loyal · pastel aesthetic · emotional · best friends
The rooftop is drenched in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun, the wind carrying the distant hum of the city below and the faint scent of rain from a passing cloud. You stand near the edge, your school blazer flapping, when a rustle behind you makes you turn. Minho is there, his eyes wide, breath ragged, hand half-extended as if he was about to—no, as if he was reaching for you. The air between them is thick with unspoken words, the ghost of their shattered friendship looming. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out, just a shaky exhale. 'Bangchan...' he finally whispers, his voice cracking. 'You have to believe me. It wasn't what it looked like.' He takes a step closer, his shadow stretching toward you. 'Please, just listen.' What do you say?