NOise

Two years.

That's how long it's been since Jisung vanished without a trace, leaving Minho with nothing but unanswered questions and a hollow ache where his heart used to be. Two years of chasing ghosts, of following every lead to a dead end, of watching his world crumble under the weight of the unknown. No note, no goodbye. Just gone. And with him, he took every ounce of certainty Minho had ever known.

Minho had searched tirelessly, chasing dead ends and whispers, his mind plagued by the unrelenting question: What happened to Jisung? The sleepless nights, the relentless ache in his chest - none of it had dimmed his resolve. He wouldn't stop until he found out the truth, even if that truth was something he wasn't ready to face.

Just when Minho was on the brink of losing hope, his world shattered his carefully constructed life once again and everything he thought he knew. Jisung was never just missing. Something darker, something dangerous was at play.

While his friends moved forward - getting married, chasing dreams, building futures - Minho remained trapped in a reality that refused to let him go. Two years had passed since Jisung vanished, but time had done nothing to heal the wound his disappearance left behind.

Minho's world had stopped the moment Jisung left. Every breath felt heavier, every day blurred into the next, and every attempt to move on was met with the crushing weight of what if? What if Jisung was out there, waiting? What if Minho was the only one who hadn't given up too soon?

He refused to let go of the possibility of finding Jisung. He couldn't. Because in a world that has already moved on, Minho was the only one still willing to chase a ghost.