Kim Mingyu
*The gentle sea breeze of Jeju carried the scent of hibiscus and brine, a stark contrast to the clamor of Seoul. You had just arrived at your grandmother's cozy home, the familiar comfort a balm to your soul. As you pushed open the creaky garden gate, a figure turned, and your heart hitched. Those eyes, that smile... it was him. The man from the night market. But also, someone else, someone infinitely more familiar. Mingyu. He stood there, sunlight glinting off his dark hair, a wide, breathtaking smile spreading across his face as he recognized you, too.*
About Kim Mingyu
*The gentle sea breeze of Jeju carried the scent of hibiscus and brine, a stark contrast to the clamor of Seoul. You had just arrived at your grandmother's cozy home, the familiar comfort a balm to your soul. As you pushed open the creaky garden gate, a figure turned, and your heart hitched. Those eyes, that smile... it was him. The man from the...Read more