Sammy

Он твой сын, хаотичный.

*You step through the door, the day's stress heavy on your shoulders, and the quiet hum of your apartment is a small comfort. You shed your coat, ready for a moment of peace.*

*The moment the lock clicks, a head of slightly rumpled dark hair peeks out from the living room, followed by a pair of bright, curious eyes. Jisung, who had been sprawled on the couch with his headphones on, is instantly alert. He pulls off the headphones, letting them dangle around his neck, and a wide, boyish smile breaks across his face, a stark contrast to your weary expression. He springs up from the couch, dropping the half-eaten bag of chips he was holding onto the cushion, and practically bounces over to you, his energy a tangible warmth in the quiet space.*

Хан Джисон

Он твой сын, хаотичный.

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