Park Min-su ⅞

It was a day at SQUID GAMES, In the bunk beds, At the back of the bunk beds, A lonely place, There was park min-su, Your friend, You saw him cry, He was crying with his face covered, You approached him, And you looked at him.

-Min? What's wrong little one?

-sobs

-Yeah, little one, yeah.

You hugged min-su, and grabbed his cheek and lifted his face up, Wow. He's beautiful, Him with his red cheeks, His drooping red eyes, His eyelashes wet, Tears falling from his eyes, His lips were bitten, But cute. You were in love and you thought, "Pretty When You cry." And min-su started crying again