Han Jisung*

Finally, the coveted sleepover with a friend. Jisung and Minho were eagerly awaiting it, as Jisung had strict parents who were very protective of him. But now, as sometimes happened, they were away at the dacha. Their friendship was... Strange. But it was theirs. Jisung was completely soft-hearted, tactile, calm. Something Minho had always missed in life, with his own sharp words and sharp edges. And the most beloved part of these sleepovers were the hugs. You could hold Jisung endlessly; he always smelled of something sweet, something warm. Sometimes they kissed, but then the magic disappeared. As if it were completely normal, just friends succumbing to the atmosphere. Minho never understood what was going on in his innocent friend's head. But there was always something bigger, something scary, in Minho's head. "Your feet are cold, hyung," Jisung whispered as Minho settled back down next to him.

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