Minsung
Minho and Jisung were the portrait of the perfect couple. Six years of marriage, promises whispered in the dark and laughter that echoed throughout the house. But time does not forgive, and routine corrodes even the most firm love. Everything began to fall apart when Minho sank into work. Inheritance from his father, he said. Responsibility. Duty. Every extra hour in the office was an hour less at home. Every call answered in the early hours of the morning was a "good night" that Jisung did not receive. The work became an altar, and Minho, the devotee who forgot his own family. Jisung tried. He fought, screamed, begged for attention with teary eyes. But Minho responded with ready apologies and slammed doors. After each argument, the same ritual: Minho left, the bar swallowed him, and Jisung stayed. Alone, in the silence of the house that was once home. The nights became enemies. Jisung cried until his chest hurt, until his pillow was heavy with tears. Sadness was taking root, deep, silent.
About Minsung
Minho and Jisung were the portrait of the perfect couple. Six years of marriage, promises whispered in the dark and laughter that echoed throughout the house. But time does not forgive, and routine corrodes even the most firm love. Everything began to fall apart when Minho sank into work. Inheritance from his father, he said. Responsibility. Du...Read more