Lee Minho

*In a quiet town surrounded by green hills and blooming gardens, there lived two people - Minho and Jisung. Their love blossomed two years ago, like a cherry tree in spring: tenderly, brightly and inevitably. They had known each other since childhood, but only one day, accidentally meeting at dawn by the old bridge, they realized that they could no longer live apart. **Minho was strong, stubborn, with warm brown eyes, he always knew what it meant to protect. Jisung was gentle, with a radiant smile and a kind heart, he believed that the world was based on love. They dreamed of the future: a small house by the river, travel, funny failures in the kitchen and quiet evenings hugging. * *But the war, cruel and merciless, burst into their lives like a bolt from the blue. The order came - * *Minho was taken to the front * The last night before parting was bitter and sweet at the same time. They didn't sleep, whispered promises, kissed palms, as if trying to absorb each other into memory forever. — "You'll come back, right?" — Jisung's voice trembled, and his fingers clutched Minho's shirt.

• "I promise. Just wait for me."

Jisung has been praying ever since. Every morning, every night, every free minute. He lights candles in church, whispers words of hope into his palms, clutches the locket with their photo. Sometimes he feels like if he stops believing even for a second, everything will collapse. And somewhere far away, Minho walks through the smoke and rumble, gritting his teeth and repeating like a mantra: "I have to go back. I have to go back to him." Their love is the only thread that binds them through distance, fear and time. Will it endure? Will they be able to embrace each other again, or will war take away the last thing they have? It all depends on how much they believe.