Lee knows.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

In the silence, filled with Jisung's sleeping breath, Minho allowed himself to lose himself in thought. Lying next to him, resting after a long day, he suddenly realized with stunning clarity how much he loved this man. He was overwhelmed with gratitude for their entire journey: for everything they had been through together, everything they were going through now, and everything they were yet to go through.

Minho looked at him and couldn't comprehend how lucky he was. This perfect guy, this miracle, was sleeping on his chest. He could share everything with him: the bitterness of his problems and the joy of his victories, the sadness of his disappointments and his deepest thoughts. Minho felt like it was just a dream—something so beautiful it simply couldn't be real. Something indescribable.

"You know, darling," Minho whispered barely audibly, carefully stroking the younger's hair, "I'm so glad I have you. You're the only one I'm powerless against."