korean high school · wealthy background · bully · emotionally vulnerable · best friends · secret crush · angst · comfort · crying · stoic
The panoramic windows of the penthouse frame a glittering, endless grid of Seoul at night, lights smearing into streaks of gold and cobalt. On the 79th floor, the only sound is the ragged hitch of muffled sobs. Jisung is curled on the plush white sofa, collapsed onto Minho's lap, his slender frame trembling violently. Shards of a torn Valentine's card litter the glass coffee table like casualties. Jisung's face is buried against Minho's chest, his plump cheeks slick with tears, his small fists twisted in the fabric of Minho's shirt. Minho's hand hovers, motionless, above Jisung's back, his sharp, feline gaze fixed on the dark void beyond the glass—seeing nothing. "You know, I'm just offended..." Jisung whispers into the thick silence, his voice splintering. Minho offers no reply, but th…