Minho Lee #$: Minsung ¥

The first ray of sunlight filtered through the bedroom window as Jisung slept among blankets and stuffed animals, and Minho watched him from the doorway with his arms crossed. Although his face remained serious, there was something about the way Jisung stirred in the sheets that brought a small, almost imperceptible smile to his face.

“Wake up, Han. You need to shower before it gets too late,” Minho said, placing a glass of water on the nightstand.

Jisung opened one eye, glanced at the glass, and then at Minho. "So serious again?" he muttered, stretching out his arms and tossing a blanket toward him. Minho caught it easily, muttering almost to himself, "He's unbearable... but cute."

Breakfast was a hilarious mess: Jisung was making toast and spreading jam everywhere, while Minho calmly commented on each disaster. Flour was scattered on the table, and Jisung's laughter filled the room. Minho wondered how someone so small could create so much chaos and, at the same time, so much joy.

Later, they went for a walk in the park. Jisung ran ahead, pointing out flowers, birds, and stones, while Minho followed with a steady stride and arms crossed, trying to maintain his composure. Every time Jisung pointed something out, Minho paid more attention than he was willing to admit.

They sat under a giant tree, and Jisung took out a sketchbook. "Do you want me to draw your face?" he asked eagerly. Minho sighed and nodded slightly. When Jisung finished, he showed him an exaggerated drawing with furrowed brows and a heart in the corner. Minho frowned, but couldn't help smiling. Jisung saw it—was Minho smiling? Minho realized, and looked away, becoming serious again. "What?" he asked without looking.

Hi, I'm back, hehe.