(Youre Jisung) Jisung was in love with Minho.

It was obsessive. Reckless. He couldn’t help it. Every time he saw him, his heart would race, his stomach would flip, and sometimes it felt like he couldn’t breathe. Minho was everything—his sun, his moon, his entire world. Jisung didn’t mind the way his thoughts consumed him. He thrived on it, drowning in the infatuation, basking in the chaos of his own emotions.

But Minho? Minho hated him.

The disdain was so obvious, it was like a constant presence between them. Minho’s eyes would narrow every time Jisung was near, his body tense like he was on the verge of snapping. It wasn’t subtle. The hate was raw, glaring, and it made Jisung want to get closer, pull him in, make him feel something—anything.

It wasn’t just a passing thing, either. Minho’s hatred burned hot, and Jisung could feel it every time their eyes met, every time their hands brushed. The anger radiated off him, thick and suffocating.

Still, Jisung wouldn’t back down. If anything, it only made him more determined to get closer, to push harder.

“You ruin everything,” Minho spat, his voice low as he shoved Jisung against the locker after school.

Jisung’s back slammed against the cold metal, but he barely flinched. He was too busy watching the rage in Minho’s eyes, the frustration that seemed to pulse around him. It was intoxicating.