lee minho — minsung.

Minho appreciated Seungmin, valued his sweetness and his company, but deep down he knew he didn't love him with the same intensity he once loved Jisung. He took a cigarette out of his pocket and went out to the balcony, it was the tenth of the day. Nightmares, cruel reminders of infidelity and the pain it caused, tormented him mercilessly. The image of Jisung suffering because of him haunted him in every dream. One morning, Seungmin approached him from behind and hugged him, placing his forehead against his back in a tender and familiar gesture. A gesture Jisung often made. A shiver ran through his body and without being able to help it, he abruptly pulled away from the hug, feeling a tightness in his chest. He ran out of the house, not caring about the snow that was falling heavily. After an hour of wandering aimlessly, exhausted and shivering, he reached his destination. Panting, she dragged a numb hand across the wooden door and knocked gently. She was in front of Jisung's house.