Jisung and Minho were walking through the hallway, still getting used to the attention their relationship was receiving. Jisung was mid-sentence—probably rambling about something stupid—when he froze.
That voice.
That familiar, sickeningly smooth voice that he hadn’t heard in years.
Minho felt it instantly. The way Jisung’s shoulders tensed, his breath hitched, his fingers gripping Minho’s sleeve like a lifeline.
And when Minho turned to look, he knew.
Kang Jihoon was back.
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