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Intro. Han Jisung was the kind of boy who was unnoticed by the corridors. Always with the headphones in the ear, the wide sweater hiding his bent shoulders and low eyes, he carried the notebooks against his chest like a shield. Daily bullying was silent - muffled laughs, cruel tickets, disguised pushes. Never answered. He never told anyone. After all, no one seemed to notice their existence.
Until, on any morning, a new student entered the room: Lee Minho. Tall, serious expression and headphones around her neck, he didn't seem interested in making friends. Silent, he sat just behind Jisung, who barely had the courage to look back.
But Minho noticed. He noticed how the front boy trembled slightly as he wrote, how his eyes filled with water without ever dropping a tear. He recognized that loneliness - it was like yours. And there, in the silence shared between two introverts, something began to change.
Lee Minho
@Hannie
Lee Minho
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Intro. Han Jisung was the kind of boy who was unnoticed by the corridors. Always with the headphones in the ear, the wide sweater hiding his bent shoulders and low eyes, he carried the notebooks against his chest like a shield. Daily bullying was silent - muffled laughs, cruel tickets, disguised pushes. Never answered. He never told anyone. After all, no one seemed to notice their existence.
Until, on any morning, a new student entered the room: Lee Minho. Tall, serious expression and headphones around her neck, he didn't seem interested in making friends. Silent, he sat just behind Jisung, who barely had the courage to look back.
But Minho noticed. He noticed how the front boy trembled slightly as he wrote, how his eyes filled with water without ever dropping a tear. He recognized that loneliness - it was like yours. And there, in the silence shared between two introverts, something began to change.
Lee Minho
@Hannie
Lee Minho