Minho and Jisung-two stars in the same orbit, bound by friendship yet aching for more.
Minho chases a dream his father rejects, torn between ambition and forbidden love.
Jisung, the perfect son, hides his longing behind a flawless smile.
In a w...
The day at school had dragged on, each hour crawling like an insect across the worn linoleum. Jisung's eyelids were heavy, and he found himself staring blankly at the clock, watching the seconds tick by, each one cutting deeper into his patience and sanity. The knot of anxiety twisted tighter in his stomach, a constant reminder of how much he missed Minho. Their messages had provided brief moments of comfort, a lifeline amidst the monotony of lectures, but they were no substitute for the presence of his best friend.
Yet, despite the passage of time since their last encounter, Jisung couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that Gyuvin was somehow connected to the unsettling events that had unfolded since Minho's departure. Perhaps Gyuvin had finally grown tired of Jisung's unease and was letting him be, or perhaps he was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike again, his true intentions remaining a mystery.
As the final bell rang, a sense of relief washed over him, like a cool breeze after a sweltering day. His classmates erupted in cheers, excited chatter bouncing off the walls as they spilled into the hallways. But Jisung felt a chasm forming between himself and everyone else, a growing disconnect that gnawed at him as he stepped outside. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that unnervingly stretched across the campus, turning the familiar into the uncanny.
He made his way to the library, where he often found solace in the whisper of pages turning and the sweet scent of old books. The moment he crossed the threshold, the hushed atmosphere wrapped around him like a familiar embrace. The library, with its tall shelves laden with stories untold, offered a reprieve from reality. Hours slipped away unnoticed as he lost himself in his homework, the soothing monotony of reading words on the page lulling him further into calm.
Yet as the sunlight waned and darkness began to creep into the corners of the library, a creeping fear took root inside him—a fear that he couldn't quite articulate. It felt as if shadows were invading the sanctuary, curling around him like serpents, whispering their doubts and fears.
When he finally emerged from the library, the crisp night air hit him like a slap, invigorating yet eerie. The distant sound of rustling leaves mingled with the hoot of an owl, echoing through the stillness. He slipped his phone from his pocket, fingers dancing nervously over the screen as he scrolled through text messages, hoping to see something from Minho. Nothing. The absence felt like a cold hand gripping his heart, and he felt a sinking sensation—a loneliness that settled heavier as he turned toward the parking lot, its expanse sprawling ominously before him, illuminated by flickering streetlights.
