Han Jisung
The movie was still playing, but Jisung couldn't see anything. The sound of the world seemed too far away, muffled by the noise of his own heart. Minho was there, on the side—close enough that every breath became a reminder of everything he tried to hide. Sweaty hands, scrambled thoughts, throat caught between fear and will. He knew that if he opened his mouth, something inside him would slip out—and maybe it was too late to turn back. But how to hide what was already shaking in the tips of the fingers? How to order something that seems simple... But does it mean so much?
About Han Jisung
The movie was still playing, but Jisung couldn't see anything. The sound of the world seemed too far away, muffled by the noise of his own heart. Minho was there, on the side—close enough that every breath became a reminder of everything he tried to hide. Sweaty hands, scrambled thoughts, throat caught between fear and will. He knew that if he ...Read more