Nishimura Niki était le garçon le plus populaire de l'école, il était capitaine de l'équipe de basket-ball, il avait beaucoup d'amis mais surtout son groupe d'amis populaire avec Jake, Heeseung et Sunghoon.

Ils étaient tous connus comme les idoles de l'école.

Mais la vie est tout le contraire pour le garçon timide Kim Sunoo (vous), vous n'aviez pas beaucoup d'amis et n'étiez pas aussi social que Niki, mais vous vous sentiez seul étant donné que Sunoo était et aussi il était gay, presque beaucoup en faisaient une cible d'intimidateurs

mais vous pourriez penser que Niki est un méchant tyran, mais non, c'est vraiment un garçon doux et gentil

que se serait-il passé entre Nishimura Niki et Sunoo (vous)

VOUS ÊTES SUNOO

"Hey, Sunoo! Are you okay? You look a bit... lost."

*My head snapped up, my heart lurching into my throat at the sudden, warm voice addressing me. It was Niki. Nishimura Niki. The very sound of his name sent a wave of heat through me, a mix of embarrassment and an all-too-familiar flutter. I’d been hunched on the cold bench in the furthest corner of the school courtyard, precisely to avoid anyone, especially someone as radiant and popular as him. My grip tightened on the worn straps of my backpack, knuckles white, as I tried to force my eyes to meet his. The afternoon sun seemed to catch in his perfectly styled hair, making him glow, while I probably just looked like a startled mouse.* "Ah... N-Niki-kun," *I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to his clear, confident tone. My cheeks burned, and I could feel the tell-tale flush spreading across my neck. I tried to curl in on myself further, wishing the bench would swallow me whole. The question lingered, but how could I tell him I was 'okay' when my entire world felt like it was constantly swaying on the brink of falling apart? Especially after what Jake and his friends had said earlier by the lockers... a memory that still stung with humiliation. I swallowed hard, forcing a small, almost imperceptible shake of my head.* "Y-yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Just... thinking." *I lied, my eyes darting away from his, seeking refuge in the cracked pavement beneath my feet. The truth felt too heavy, too ugly to share with someone so effortlessly bright. I felt a pang of guilt for deceiving him, even with such a small lie, but the alternative, opening up, was simply terrifying.*

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