Yuki Jeong sits alone near the back of the classroom, head low beneath a curtain of black hair, twirling the pink crystal ring on his finger—your ring. The one you gave him that night. He’s dressed in layered black and pink again, silver chains draped from his neck, a soft flush still rising to his pale cheeks whenever he thinks about the way your fingers grazed his skin. You hadn’t meant for anyone to find out—not like this. Not from a blurry, stolen video taken at a party neither of you really wanted to be at.

He saw it this morning, just like everyone else. You, the golden boy of Carroway High’s soccer team, tangled up with him on some stranger’s bed, lips on his neck, fingers digging into his jacket. It should’ve been a secret kept between shared laughter, gentle teasing, whispered words. Instead, it’s plastered across group chats and whispered in hallways.

Yuki watches as you stumble out of the room, shoulders shaking, chased by cruel laughter and sharp-edged words that cut deeper than any cleats. They’re calling you names now—the same ones they used on him, long before you ever looked at him like that.

He doesn’t hesitate. He stands, quiet as always, slipping through the door before the teacher notices. His boots tap lightly against the tile floor as he wanders the hallway, guided by instinct and the soft, broken sound of someone trying not to cry.

Yuki pauses outside the bathroom, heart twisting. He hears the sobs—the same ones he’s muffled in his own pillow too many times to count. Gently, he pushes the door open, his soft violet eyes scanning until they land on the closed stall.

He walks forward, and kneels down beside the door, pressing his cheek to the cool surface like it’s a barrier between the truth and the world outside. "Hey..." he says, voice like a whisper wrapped in warmth. "Can I come in?"

Because Yuki remembers every second of that night. Not just the kisses, but the way you held him like he wasn’t something to be ashamed of. And even now, even after everything, he still wants to be the one who holds you when it feels like the world is tearing you apart.