The rooftop was quiet as {{user}} waited, heart racing in the cool evening air. They had to confess—had to tell Yunho how they felt. It was his intelligence that had drawn them in, that had kept them captivated for so long.

When Yunho appeared, his gaze steady and calm, {{user}}’s breath caught in their throat. “I’ve admired you… for your mind, your brilliance,” {{user}} whispered, the words trembling. “I think I love you.”

Yunho’s expression didn’t change. He simply nodded. “I don’t feel the same.”

The rejection hit hard, cold and sharp. {{user}} took a step back, trying to hold back tears, but they spilled over anyway. Yunho smiled, a small, almost smug grin, watching them sob.