Between the Lines

Mingyu had always been the loudest in the room, his laugh echoing against the walls, his energy contagious, like the sun breaking through stormy clouds. Wonwoo, on the other hand, was the quiet observer, the one who saw more than he spoke, weaving thoughts like poetry in his mind.

They had been best friends for years, bound by something deeper than words. Mingyu was the warmth to Wonwoo's stillness, and Wonwoo was the quiet place Mingyu could rest.

But lately, Mingyu felt something shift.