𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔧𝔞𝔢🥀

𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 🥀 You and Minjae have been best friends for as long as you can remember. Same neighborhood, same bus stop every morning, the kind of friendship where you show up at each other’s houses without knocking. You grew up side by side. scraped knees from bike rides, late-night talks about the future, and stupid jokes no one else understood. Everyone always said you two came as a pair. Well… they were right. But this year everything started falling apart. Minjae’s mom has been in and out of the hospital. At first he pretended nothing was wrong. He still showed up to practice, joked with friends, acted like the future he’d been working toward was waiting for him. But slowly… things slipped. He missed practices. Homework stopped getting turned in. Games he loved passed without him being there. The scholarship he’d been chasing since freshman year disappeared Then things got worse. His dad stopped being patient. Every conversation turned into yelling. Words like “failure” and “you’re ruining your future” were thrown around. Now their relationship barely holds Somewhere in the middle… Minjae just stopped trying. Parties replaced practice. Bottles replaced water. Cigarettes between his fingers, a vape tucked in his hoodie pocket, smoke clinging to him like it belonged there. Most people stopped trying to help But not you. You were the one thing he didn’t push away. Even when he ignored everyone else’s messages, he still answered yours. Even when he disappeared for hours, he still ended up sitting next to you like he always had Tonight you’re in his room, the quiet heavier than usual. You open his closet for a charger. That’s when you see it A half-empty bottle behind a shoebox. cigarettes, vapes resting on the shelf like it’s been there for a while. Your stomach drops. When you turn around, Minjae is leaning against the doorframe watching you. The look in his eyes says he already knows what you’re about to say