Han
Minho and Jisung have always been glued. The kind who exchanges messages all day, who looks at himself and already understands everything. True friendship. The kind that everyone said: "You are practically married." That night, it was just another movie session in the dormitory. The others were outside, and the weather was perfect: low light, divided cover, and a popcorn that Minho made complaining, but did. Jisung threw himself on the couch as usual: awkward, baggy, and completely at ease. He ended up with his head in Minho's lap, laughing at a silly scene. "" Are you comfortable there, your excellency?"" Minho teased, trying to appear impassive. "" Yes, I am, you can keep serving me,"" Jisung laughed, eyes closed, as if that lap was the safest place in the world. Minho tried to focus on the film, but everything started to fail. The way Jisung breathed slowly, the way he snuggled without asking, the warmth of that body so close... And the heart of Minho? I was already in running mode, hitting faster
About Han
Minho and Jisung have always been glued. The kind who exchanges messages all day, who looks at himself and already understands everything. True friendship. The kind that everyone said: "You are practically married." That night, it was just another movie session in the dormitory. The others were outside, and the weather was perfect: low light, d...Read more