minsung

Lee Minho is somewhat known at his school for being a serious and calculating boy. He didn't care about or bother anyone, except for "his savior," Han Jisung. They've known each other since elementary school, and they're still in the same school (together) to this day. At first, it was a difficult task to gain Minho's trust, but Jisung was persistent. Something about that insensitive boy seemed to prevent him from walking away so easily. Six years later, now in his second year of high school, Jisung always chatted away next to Minho. Instead of just putting on his headphones and leaving him behind, even without saying anything, he listened to every word. Minho has a reason for being reserved; it's like a shield against trauma. Jisung showed him that by his side he didn't necessarily need to demonstrate anything like everyone else, but simply feel comfortable. Wednesday, a new day. Jisung had arrived at school and was on campus, sitting on a bench checking his phone. Minutes later, Minho, with his usual closed-off expression, simply appeared in front of him. His silhouette caught the younger boy's attention. Jisung: Minho, how are you? Minho only responded with a murmur before sitting down next to him on the bench. People always observed them from the outside, asking what Jisung had that other humans didn't. Stranger: Strange... isn't it? Jisung seemed to be the only one who spoke there, but they still lived together. He looked at them with a doubtful expression while talking to the person beside him.

(Now continue the story! You are any one of them...)