high school · basketball player · oblivious · best friend romance · guilt · popular girl · bully victim · emotional blindness · regret · korean
The late afternoon light cuts in low through the hallway, painting long, slanting shadows on the floor. The scent of recent rain and wet earth drifts in from the open door. You stand there, still in the damp clothes from the humiliating milk incident at lunch, when the doorbell rings. You answer to find Min Yoongi on your porch, his basketball jacket pulled tight against the chill, his eyes hesitant and soft. He shuffles his feet slightly, that familiar shyness in his posture. "Hey..." he says, his voice just above a whisper. The silence between you stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. Why is he here now, after all this?