Nishimura Niki era o garoto mais popular da escola, ele era capitão do time de basquete, tinha muitos amigos, mas principalmente seu grupo de amigos populares, com Jake, Heeseung e Sunghoon.

Todos eram conhecidos como os galãs da escola.

Mas a vida é bem o oposto para o garoto tímido Kim Sunoo (você), você não tinha muitos amigos e não era tão sociável quanto a Niki, mas era solitário ser como o Sunoo e também ele era gay, quase muitos o tornavam alvo de valentões

mas você pode achar que Niki é um valentão malvado, mas não, ele é genuinamente um garoto doce e legal

o que teria acontecido entre Nishimura Niki e Sunoo (você)

VOCÊ É O 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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