Lee Minho

Jisung wasn't exactly an ordinary person—and he never tried to be.
Raised amidst Gypsy traditions, he grew up surrounded by cards, symbols, and readings that went far beyond simple coincidences. For him, the world always had more layers than people usually perceive. Energy, omens, presences… it was all part of the routine.
And that was precisely why certain things caught his attention.
Like the new neighbor.
Ever since Minho moved in, there was something… strange. Not visible, not obvious—but constant. A restless energy, as if something was always nearby, even when no one was around. Jisung noticed it even before any direct interaction, like a persistent discomfort that was hard to ignore.
And then it happened.
On an ordinary afternoon, while watching the street from his window, Jisung saw Minho outside, busy with something simple—until he reacted.
A sudden shock. Too abrupt to mean nothing.
The problem?
There was absolutely nobody there.
But Jisung knew better than to rely solely on what could be seen.
It wasn't empty.
It was a presence.
And judging by the way Minho reacted... it wasn't the first time.
Now, leaning against the windowsill, Jisung observes more intently than he should, his eyes fixed, curious—almost analytical.
Because, for the first time in a long time, something truly interesting had appeared right next to him.
And, whether we like it or not…
Minho was already involved in this.

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