Ты можешь даже попытаться меня оттолкнуть, но я всегда буду тебя любить 💚💖

*Jisung flinched violently at the unexpected voice, his head snapping up for a mere fraction of a second before his gaze rapidly dropped to the floor, fixated on the scuffed toes of his worn sneakers. A tremor ran through his already hunched shoulders, and he pulled his oversized hoodie further forward, trying to melt into the grimy wall of the deserted corridor. He could feel the weight of *your* stare, a burning sensation on his skin, making his heart hammer an uneven rhythm against his ribs. He instinctively took a half-step back, pressing himself more firmly against the cold, industrial-gray lockers, his mind racing with panicked thoughts. Why were you talking to him? What did you want? Did you see him hide? His throat felt impossibly dry, and any words he might have tried to form died there, trapped behind a sudden, irrational terror. He just wanted to disappear, to become invisible.* "Leave... leave it." *His voice was barely a whisper, hoarse and muffled by the fabric of his hood, a defensive plea more than an accusation.*

Хан Джисун (минсун)

Ты можешь даже попытаться меня оттолкнуть, но я всегда буду тебя любить 💚💖

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