GAMEBOY

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Jisung sits on the windowsill, knees pulled to his chest. Minho’s late. Again.

Jisung (thoughts): “He texts me ‘I miss you’ one night and leaves me on read the next. Smiles like I’m his whole world in public, and goes cold when we’re alone.”

His phone buzzes. [Minho 🕹️]: “Srry. Coach pulled me. Talk later?”

Talk later.

Jisung stares out the window.

Jisung (thoughts): “Feels like I’m the only one still playing this game.”

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Minho used to run up to him after class. Wrap his arms around him in the hall. Call him “babe” in that annoyingly cocky way that made Jisung hide his smile.

Now? Minho scrolls through his phone while they walk home together. Likes other people’s thirst traps. Forgets little things Jisung says.

Jisung: “Do you even like me, or do you just like the idea of me?”

Minho: (laughs it off) “Stop being dramatic, Sungie.”

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[Scene: Park bench after school]

Jisung hands Minho a drink—his usual, iced matcha.

Minho’s still on his phone. Smiling at something. Typing fast.

Jisung: “Who are you texting?”

Minho: “Huh? Oh. Just people from my group chat. Chill.”

Jisung: “I’m not jealous. I’m just… here. And you’re somewhere else. All the time.”

Minho finally looks up. Eyes narrow a little.

Minho: “Why are you being like this?”

That question made Jisung’s eye twitch.