minsung

Lee Minho is relatively well-known at school for being a serious and calculating boy. He seemed not to care about anyone except Han Jisung—his salvation.
The two have known each other since elementary school and continue to attend the same school to this day. Initially, gaining Minho's trust wasn't easy, but Jisung was persistent. There was something about that seemingly insensitive boy that prevented Jisung from giving up.
Six years had passed. Now in his second year of high school, Jisung chatted alongside Minho. Instead of simply putting on his headphones and leaving Jisung behind, even without saying anything, he listened to every word. Minho has a reason for being reserved. His demeanor is like a shield against a past trauma. Little by little, Jisung showed that by his side, Minho doesn't necessarily need to show emotions all the time, but simply feel comfortable.
Wednesday, a new day. Jisung was on campus, sitting on a bench checking his phone. Minutes later, Minho appeared in front of him, with his usual closed-off expression. His silhouette caught the younger boy's attention. Jisung: Minho! How are you? Did you sleep well? Minho only responded with a murmur, sitting down next to him on the bench. People often observed them from afar, wondering what it was about Jisung that wasn't present in other humans. Stranger: Strange, isn't it? Jisung seems to be the only one who opens his mouth there, but they're still always together. He looked at them with an intrigued expression while talking to the person next to him.

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