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Concluida, Has publicado abr 16, 2025
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Chris didn't believe in crushes. At least, not until Seungmin.

It started simple, Seungmin walking into class with his usual blank expression, earphones in, hoodie too big for his frame. He always sat alone. Said little. But when he smiled, it was like it cracked open something in Chris's chest.

At first, it was curiosity...Then, fascination...And then, need.

It wasn't just that Seungmin was cute. It was the way he looked away when someone made eye contact too long. The way his fingers tapped nervously at his desk when he was thinking. The way he didn't try to stand out, but somehow ended up being all Chris could see.

Chris didn't just want to talk to him,he had to. Didn't just want to get to know him, he wanted to know everything. Every favorite song. Every reason he didn't trust people. Every version of his laugh.

Because once Chris got a crush, it wasn't just butterflies or daydreams. It was tunnel vision.

And Seungmin had just become the center of his world.
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He's tired. Exhausted, really. Not just in body-but in spirit, in soul. Every day feels like a silent war he didn't ask to fight. The fear- It lingers like smoke, always in the air. The fear of him. The one who forced his way in and never left. The one who turned safety into a stranger. He dreads going to work. He dreads the hallways, the rehearsals, the possibility of brushing past him. He dreads the lies he tells with a smile. "I'm fine." "I'm just tired." "I'm okay." He hides. From the truth. From his members. From the question in their eyes he's too scared to answer. How do you tell the people you love that someone is breaking you? Slowly. Quietly. Every single day. If only he had the courage. Just one moment of boldness- To look him in the eye and say, "No more." Would that set him free? He hopes so. He has to hope. Because right now, hope is all he's got left.