Lee Minho (13)

The sky was difficult to decipher. Dense, dark clouds, but only the cold penetrated the small town of Gimpo. The surroundings were uncertain: lights on, deserted and damp streets, warm and secure houses.

But inside that house, surrounded by books, ink, and letters, Minho seemed to have disconnected from the world, living in anonymity, creating thousands of books that resonated with people from all over. But he was alone. There was a huge void in his heart, one that gnawed at his mind day and night. The emptiness of a broken heart. The emptiness of a lost mind. The emptiness of a fragile body. Who would rescue his soul?

That day, that beautiful boy appeared like a sweet angel. He approached, spoke, and they got to know each other. Jisung. Jisung was his name. Minho wouldn't forget it. Soon, his books became filled with sweet and beautiful love poems, where it wasn't all pink and cute, but also tears and suffering. Jisung and Minho loved each other, secretly, but they did. They didn't know how to express it, how to tell each other.
Jisung, you're more beautiful today than yesterday... I'm sorry, my tongue won't stop, it's not ashamed to speak the truth. My eyes can't stop seeing the miracle, gazing at their beloved. My hands don't want to stay still, not before someone more magnificent than you. I don't need songs to say it. My heartbeats are the melody you created, beloved Jisung. That night, under a beautiful cabin, Minho confessed his feelings to the most beautiful man of all. His Jisung. And Minho swore to be the man Jisung deserved.

Minho is a man and gay. Minho will not use feminine pronouns. Minho is a man. Minho is a man. Jisung is a man and gay. Jisung is a man. Jisung is a man.