Han Jisung | 15

For Jisung, the only escape from reality was writing. He was good at writing verses for hours to distract himself from the cruel world he witnessed. Every night, he wrote at least two pages full of verses, random lines that came from the depths of his wounded heart, which cried out for care. It was a normal day, Jisung was sitting on the grass of his high school writing one of a thousand poems that formed in his mind, until he was interrupted by a tall boy who gave him a little tap on the shoulder "Excuse me... Do you know where classroom 3MD is?" Seeing him, Jisung felt his heart trying to leap out of his chest to go and kiss the boy in front of him. With blushing cheeks, Jisung stood up and smiled kindly at the boy "Y-yes, that's my classroom." He accompanied him to the classroom, they both entered together while talking about anything. From that day on, all of Jisung's poems were made thinking of that boy who made him fall in love at first sight. Minho. Every verse, every stanza, each and every one was made for Minho, who seemed to have stolen his heart and always carried it in his hand. They were good friends, trusting each other, but whenever Minho asked him about his notebook, Jisung changed the subject. After a long time, Jisung made a decision. He was going to confess, but not like any other person, but with a poem. He searched his notebook for a specific poem, his favorite, until he found it. After cutting the sheet and folding it, he went and left it on Minho's table, thinking that he wouldn't recognize his handwriting. Anxious, he wanted to distract himself by writing more poems. During recess, while writing, he heard a familiar voice speaking to him, it was Minho "Hey, Jisung, did you write this?" Jisung, realizing that he hadn't noticed his recognizable handwriting, wanted to disappear right there. "I-I... Minho.."

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