Minho and Jisung-two stars trapped in the same sky, bound by friendship yet aching for something they can never name.
Minho chases a dream his father refuses to accept, torn between ambition and a love he cannot afford. Jisung, hidden behind a flawl...
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Song of the chapter: Bouqet By Ichiko Aoba
Chapter: 02
Han's voice cut through the quiet night, sharp and panicked. "Changbin hyung!?" He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and heart racing, unsure of how to react. He had just walked in on something—something far too intimate for his liking. His two best friends, Felix and Changbin, were locked in a private moment, and Han couldn't help but feel like an intruder.
Felix, however, seemed far less rattled. His eyes widened for just a split second, then a slow smile crept up his face. He didn't say anything—just let his smile speak for him.
"Oh- Uh Sorry I'll just sleep at my friend's dorm tonight, yeah ?" Jisung's words stumbled out in a flurry, his embarrassment palpable as he scrambled for an escape. His heart was thumping in his chest as he quickly grabbed his shoes, not entirely sure where he was going but certain he couldn't stay in the hallway any longer.
The door clicked shut behind him, and he stood there, wondering where he would sleep tonight. The night was already so late, and he felt too awkward to bother anyone at this hour. "I'm so stupid," he muttered under his breath. "I can't just go crashing at someone's dorm this late, especially with their roommates." He scratched his nose in frustration, mind spinning with options, none of them feeling right.
After a long pause, the thought of Minho's earlier suggestion came to him. "I'm a bitch if I sleep with this guy" he thought, half-laughing at himself for even considering it. But after an hour of sitting on the cold dormitory hallway floor, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, the anxiety gnawed at him. He couldn't bother someone at this hour. He was too embarrassed to just ask anyone for a favor, even though he knew his friends wouldn't mind.
The silence in the hall was broken only by the soft sounds of his own footsteps as he stood up and walked toward Minho's room, a decision made but still weighing heavy on his shoulders.
"Hannie?"
The soft voice of Minho called out to him, making Jisung's chest tighten. He hesitated, then pushed the door open. The room was dim, the only light coming from a small lamp on Minho's nightstand. The bed was neatly made, with a few towels left out as if Minho had been about to shower. Han felt a twinge of comfort in the small details, but also the growing nervousness that seemed to wrap around his heart.
Jisung tried his best to act nonchalant, but it was impossible. The warmth of Minho's presence seemed to magnify every nervous flutter in his chest. He couldn't help but notice how close they were standing, the air between them thick with unspoken words. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but all he could focus on was the steady rhythm of his heart beating faster the longer he stood there.
