Woven hearts ___|| MINSUNG, 2MiN

When you finally hold something as precious as life itself, you don't let it go. Heaven doesn't like giving second chances-and even when it does,the chances might not belong to you, even if the cut is made too short.​"What kind of man was Lee Minho? asked his puppy-his Kim Seungmin. "He was disgusting. I would have loved to hate him," *Obviously, that wasn't the truth. Not even close. It was just a lifetime of unrequited feelings wrapped in a bitter joke.*
​To Han Jisung, the answer was always simple: "Hey, he's my platonic soulmate. Don't you dare badmouth him."
​"Huh. Platonic! Maybe for you," Hyunjin would scoff, rolling his eyes into the dark. "To someone else, it took thirteen years... and a life."
​And Minho? he'd just offer that quiet, fragile smirk and shrug it off.
"He was my best roommate, right? ...Once."...
​Pathetic. .
Fate is a cruel, circular thing. Silence isn't a shield-it's a slow-burning fuse. Minho chose the safety of a quiet secret over the risk of a painful truth: the words we are too terrified to speak in life inevitably return as the very weapons that destroy us in death. Words left unspoken will break a heart, but words spoken in malice always shatter a soul.

Song- Autumn Leaves (BTS)