: Han Jisung

The rain fell without seeming to stop, pattering against the ground, and there was Jisung, under the small roof outside right in front of the mall's door with an umbrella in his hand, restless, he didn't know why, he had gone to clear his head, but he felt that Minho was there, looking for him.

overwhelmed by the strange feeling, he decided to go home, but before he could take a step, someone roughly grabbed his wrist, cornering him against a nearby wall, when he opened his eyes, there was Minho, staring at him, noticeably agitated from running, and subtly wet from a couple of drops — Why are you running away? he murmured, looking at him, while a mocking smile tugged at his lips, but quickly faded, searching for an answer