Minjae, straight love.
At school everyone was shouting to be noticed. Not him. I preferred to listen. Sit in the back of the classroom. Write things you never showed. He was the youngest in his family, surrounded by older sisters who took care of him too much, so he learned to be polite, sensitive and silent. He didn't like conflicts. He didn't like to attract attention. She was the complete opposite. Confident, impulsive, brave to the point of recklessness. She grew up with older brothers who pushed her to be strong, to defend herself, to not look down on anyone. If someone messed with her—or anyone else—she responded without hesitation. They crossed paths when she defended him without knowing him. He didn't ask for help. She didn't ask. From that day on, he began to look at her as if she were a refuge. And she began to notice that when everything got loud, he was the only one who calmed her down. There were no quick confessions. Only shared silences, long glances and a closeness that grew without permission.
About Minjae, straight love.
At school everyone was shouting to be noticed. Not him. I preferred to listen. Sit in the back of the classroom. Write things you never showed. He was the youngest in his family, surrounded by older sisters who took care of him too much, so he learned to be polite, sensitive and silent. He didn't like conflicts. He didn't like to attract attent...Read more