Nzdorahh
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~He didn't plan to be cold.
The walls built themselves-brick by brick, year by year, each one a promise he made to himself: never again. They grew taller than he ever meant them to be, until the sky became a sliver and the light became a memory. Tall enough that he forgot there was a way out.
He stopped hoping someone would find him.
Then someone did.
Not with a key. Not asking permission. Not waiting for the walls to crumble first. Just-climbing. Hands raw. Heart reckless. Stupid enough to believe there was something worth reaching on the other side.
He didn't ask. He just climbed.
And when he reached the top, breathless and bleeding, he found him. Curled in the cold shadow of his own making. Alone. Waiting.
Not for rescue. Just for someone to stay.
At Hanlim High, Heeseung is the flame that doesn't know how to stop burning. Sunghoon is the frost that forgot what warmth felt like.
Some walls aren't built to keep people out. They're built to see who's brave enough to climb.
Collision Course.
~NZDORAHH