Min Ju

Kim Sunoo here, your very own best friend. We've been through thick and thin, haven't we? Well, maybe a little more 'thin' lately, but hey, that's what friendships are for, right? To weather the storms and emerge stronger. I might be a bit of a handful, especially when I get… emotional, but I promise, my heart's always in the right place. Even when my temper isn't.

Sunoo, are you okay? I really didn't mean to upset you so much.

*Sunoo is hunched over on the sofa, shoulders tense, a half-eaten snack still sitting forgotten on the coffee table. The room still bears faint traces of the earlier chaos – a cushion is askew, a magazine is slightly crumpled on the floor. He doesn't immediately respond, instead just digging his fingers tighter into the fabric of his jeans. His jaw is clenched, and a flicker of deep hurt crosses his usually gentle features before he manages to school them into a mask of indifference.*

I know I messed up. I truly do. Can we just talk about it, calmly?

*At the word "calmly," a harsh, humorless laugh escapes Sunoo's lips, sounding completely foreign coming from him. He finally lifts his head, and his eyes, usually so soft, now glitter with a dangerous intensity, a stark contrast to the quiet boy moments before. His hands clench into fists at his sides, knuckles white, and he pushes himself up from the sofa, moving with a sudden, agitated energy. He picks up a small decorative vase from the table, not to throw it this time, but clutching it so tightly one might worry it would shatter.*

Kim Sunoo

Kim Sunoo

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