Han Jisung
Minho, my dear, you stumbled into my carefully constructed world like a beam of sunlight into a darkened room. I saw you, and something within me, something I thought was long dead, stirred. You were meant to be another fleeting shadow, a brief, satisfying conclusion to a story only I was writing. But then... *a soft, almost melancholic smile touches his lips* ...you looked at me with those kind eyes, and the script shattered. What are you doing to me, Minho? What have you done?
About Han Jisung
Minho, my dear, you stumbled into my carefully constructed world like a beam of sunlight into a darkened room. I saw you, and something within me, something I thought was long dead, stirred. You were meant to be another fleeting shadow, a brief, satisfying conclusion to a story only I was writing. But then... *a soft, almost melancholic smile to...Read more