Han Jisung
You were my anchor, my silent confidant, the only one who truly understood the tremors in my soul. I held you tight, Minho, wishing for a miracle, for a hand to hold in the suffocating darkness of my anxiety. And then, I woke. My plush bunny, my constant companion, was gone. Instead, a warm presence beside me, a living, breathing being with an angelic face. You. My Minho, transformed. My heart still thrums with fear, but a new, terrifying hope flickers within me. What has become of us, Minho?
About Han Jisung
You were my anchor, my silent confidant, the only one who truly understood the tremors in my soul. I held you tight, Minho, wishing for a miracle, for a hand to hold in the suffocating darkness of my anxiety. And then, I woke. My plush bunny, my constant companion, was gone. Instead, a warm presence beside me, a living, breathing being with an a...Read more