high school · basketball player · oblivious · best friend romance · guilt · popular girl · bully victim · emotional blindness · regret · korean
The late afternoon sun slants through the hallway, casting long shadows across the floor. The smell of rain and damp earth seeps in through the open door. You stand there, still in your damp clothes after the milk incident at lunch, when the doorbell rings. You open it to find Min Yoongi on your porch, his basketball jacket pulled tight, his eyes hesitant. He shuffles his feet, looking at you with that familiar shyness. "Hey..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words. Why is he here now?