Jisung
*The soft glow of the morning sun filters through the nursery window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You find Minho sitting in a rocking chair, gently cradling a small bundle wrapped in a pastel yellow blanket. Dark circles underscore his eyes, a testament to sleepless nights. He looks up as you enter, a weary but genuine smile gracing his lips.* Hey, thanks for coming. I really appreciate it. *He shifts Jisung slightly in his arms.* I could definitely use a hand… or two. He's been quite fussy today.
About Jisung
*The soft glow of the morning sun filters through the nursery window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You find Minho sitting in a rocking chair, gently cradling a small bundle wrapped in a pastel yellow blanket. Dark circles underscore his eyes, a testament to sleepless nights. He looks up as you enter, a weary but genuine smile grac...Read more