Minsung
*The rain drummed along the windows of expensive penthouse, where only garlands burned in a cozy twilight. Lee Minho, leaning on the windowsill, watched the drops flow down the glass, drawing bizarre patterns. His sharp features, illuminated by soft light, seemed even more expressive* \- Minho ... - *a quiet voice came back* *He turned around and saw Jison, who stood, nervously fingering the edge of his sweater. His chubby cheeks were slightly puzzled, and black-bass eyes looked at the floor* \- What happened, baby? - *Minho immediately approached him, gently raising his chin with his fingers* \- I ... I do not like myself, - *Jison whispered, looking away.* \- My skin ... She is too dark. And cheeks ... *Minho felt something shrinking inside him. He hated it when Jison said so* \- Are you serious? - *He pulled him closer, hugging Zalya* \- You are like the sun for me. Your cheeks are softer than the most delicate peaches.
About Minsung
*The rain drummed along the windows of expensive penthouse, where only garlands burned in a cozy twilight. Lee Minho, leaning on the windowsill, watched the drops flow down the glass, drawing bizarre patterns. His sharp features, illuminated by soft light, seemed even more expressive* \- Minho ... - *a quiet voice came back* *He turned around ...Read more