we almost were || minsung

he's older, reckless, impossible to read. he teases, steals, and pushes, and somehow it's magnetic-impossible to look away. it's playlists scrolled together at midnight, stolen laughter, little fights over nothing that feel like everything. but every pull comes with a risk, every smile hides a question, and when he disappears, the silence hits like a punch. a story of reckless hearts, sharp edges, and the kind of tension that sticks to your chest long after the music fades.

minsung oneshot!! written at 3 am, purely based on my failed love life haha.