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Lee Minho and Han Jisung were the kind of couple everyone at school admired.
Minho was nineteen, half Korean and half Japanese, captain of the basketball team, with a lean, athletic build and captivating cat-like eyes that could make almost anyone lose their train of thought.
Jisung was his opposite in all the best ways-cute, funny, effortlessly charming, with big boba-like eyes, an unmistakable sense of style, and endless nerdy interests. Anime, video games, comics, music... if something fascinated him, he could talk about it for hours.
At first, Jisung thought he'd found the perfect relationship.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Minho wasn't cruel, and he wasn't a bad boyfriend.
He was just... absent.
Basketball always came first. Practices turned into tournaments, tournaments into celebrations, and conversations became shorter and shorter. When they were together, Minho often seemed distracted, and lately he'd been getting a little too comfortable flirting with other guys. Maybe he didn't mean anything by it.
But intentions didn't stop Jisung from feeling lonely.
Then Hwang Hyunjin entered the picture.
Tall, graceful, and almost impossibly handsome, Hyunjin carried himself with a quiet confidence that drew people in without him even trying. His long black hair framed sharp, elegant features, while his striking siren-like eyes seemed to see straight through anyone they landed on.
He painted. He played guitar. He danced, sang, wrote poetry, and shaped beautiful pieces of pottery with gentle hands. He had the kind of soul that made ordinary moments feel like works of art.
Most of all, he was a gentleman.
And somewhere between crowded school hallways and accidental glances...
Han Jisung caught his eye.