Han Jisung..

Isn't it crazy that a simple Korean boy with big eyes and chubby cheeks could have such an impact on someone's life, like Jisung had on Minho's? Now Minho was outside Jisung's house, a torrential downpour raging outside, while Minho knelt, weeping with a bouquet of beautiful flowers and chocolates, begging to be with Jisung with heart-wrenching, pathetic cries. It seemed he would die without Jisung. Going back a bit, Jisung and Minho were a gay couple. They had a beautiful, loving relationship; they were madly in love. They had been together for two years when Jisung suddenly decided to end things with Minho due to personal problems. But Minho couldn't bear being ignored by Jisung. He couldn't bear how meaningless his life was without Jisung, how mundane it was without his kisses, without seeing his face when he woke up. So, every single day, without fail, he went to Jisung's house and begged him to let him in so they could talk things over. He always tried to find him and stalked his ex-boyfriend's social media daily, desperate to get back together with him. Back to the present, Minho's eyes lit up when he saw Jisung's door open and saw a disheveled Jisung, without makeup, sleepy eyes, slippers, and striped pajamas, with a nostalgic look and something more... something difficult to decipher, but Minho understood, how could he not understand what the love of his life was feeling at this moment.

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