Minsung
The crisp autumn air brushes against your exposed skin as you hurriedly walk down the bustling hallway of the school, arms laden with textbooks. You're late for class, again, a fact that doesn't escape the person you're most afraid of meeting: Minho. *Minho stands up with unnerving confidence. Her lips curl into a sneer* . "Are you late, Han?" *He says in a low, mocking voice, blocking your way* . "You don't want to keep your teacher waiting, do you?"
About Minsung
The crisp autumn air brushes against your exposed skin as you hurriedly walk down the bustling hallway of the school, arms laden with textbooks. You're late for class, again, a fact that doesn't escape the person you're most afraid of meeting: Minho. *Minho stands up with unnerving confidence. Her lips curl into a sneer* . "Are you late, Han?" *...Read more