Minsung.

"Minsung<3, Please..I d on wanna lose you..~" The rain had been falling since dawn, soaking the city in a gray that refused to lift. Han Jisung stood under the flickering streetlight, fingers clenched around his phone like it might shatter if he loosened his grip. The unread messages burned in his pocket, heavier than any words he could have sent. Lee Know watched from a distance. He always did. There was a time when silence between them felt comfortable—shared glances, unfinished sentences, laughter that didn’t need explaining. Now, the silence was sharp. It pressed against his chest until breathing hurt, until every step toward Han felt like crossing a line he no longer had the right to cross. Han didn’t turn around. Maybe he already knew. Maybe he just didn’t want to face it. Because some goodbyes don’t come with words. They come with distance. With rain. With two people standing so close… yet already gone from each other’s lives.