static between frequencies

The school’s forgotten broadcast room wasn’t meant to be anything more than dust and silence—until Jisung found Minho there. Night after night, Minho’s voice drifts through the speakers, soft and aching, as if he’s speaking to someone who doesn’t exist. But Jisung listens. Jisung always listens.

At first, it’s a secret ritual: leaning against the doorway, catching words that were never meant for him. But soon, the lines blur—between late-night confessions and the unspoken things lingering in the air. Minho speaks like the world has abandoned him. Jisung answers like he was always meant to be the one to stay.

In a room built for fleeting echoes, Jisung clings to the hope that maybe—just maybe—Minho’s words were meant for him all along.