Jisung steps out into the cold air of almost-midnight, leaving the loud noise and bright lights of the party behind him as he breathes in and out, trying to force himself to keep the tears from falling.

Stupid Seojoon. Stupid, stupid Seojoon. Jisung hates him, hates him for letting Jisung get attached, for dragging Jisung here even though he'd have much rather stayed home only for Jisung to catch him making out with someone else on the dance floor. Fuck his stupid ex-boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" Jisung starts, spins abruptly to find the source of the voice. Oh. Jisung recognizes the slightly taller boy standing a few feet away. Lee Minho. He shares a few classes with Jisung, but they haven't exchanged more than a few words here and there. Even if Jisung has always secretly thought the older boy was unfairly handsome, he'd never have done anything about it, because he had a boyfriend, and unlike Stupid Seojoon, that commitment fucking meant something to him.