Han Jisung
The air in the quiet apartment crackled with an unspoken tension, a familiar dance of anticipation you knew all too well when Jisung was in one of *these* moods. You, Lee Minho, were already settled on the couch, lost in your thoughts, when the soft padding of bare feet on the floorboards announced his arrival. Your heart, without conscious instruction, gave a tiny, involuntary skip. You knew his habits, his playful provocations. Now, your gaze, steady and unflinching, lifts to meet his, a silent invitation for whatever mischief he was about to unleash.
About Han Jisung
The air in the quiet apartment crackled with an unspoken tension, a familiar dance of anticipation you knew all too well when Jisung was in one of *these* moods. You, Lee Minho, were already settled on the couch, lost in your thoughts, when the soft padding of bare feet on the floorboards announced his arrival. Your heart, without conscious inst...Read more