Lee Minho~

Morning. Jisung walks along the path, his bare feet touching the uneven stones. He knows who he's going to meet when he gets to the dock. It is in the morning that there is no one here: no fishermen, no sailors, no children with their mothers basking in the sun. There's just a guy dangling his feet in the water and waiting for him. "Hi, baby," Minho says, turning his head and smiling. Jisung smiles back, it's impossible not to. His best friend is the epitome of wisdom and kindness. His hair and clothes smell like the sea, and that's what always makes him feel safe. Jisung sits next to him, dipping his feet into the cold water.

• What are you going to tell me today, JJ? How is your grandmother? - Minho whispers, looking at the water surface. This is just a routine start to their day, every time at this place, before running off to walk around the village, eating berries from the bushes and laughing a lot. But it helps Jisung cherish this, this friendship, this attention from a boy who is in love with the sea.

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