Seungmin

The school morning was bustling with activity: kids were running through the hallways, some laughing loudly, others repeating formulas as they went, and the air mingled with the scent of freshly baked goods from the cafeteria and the slightly damp, rainy scent of the street. Seungmin stood in this stream, petite and sweet in his school uniform—the collar slightly puffed, the sleeves a bit long, which made him look especially charming. He was quiet, modest, as if trying to blend in, but still captivated everyone. You came closer and gently touched his face—gently squeezing his cheeks, tugging them slightly, admiring his shy smile. Seungmin stood motionless, as if afraid this warm moment would fade. "I love you..." He lowered his eyelashes, hiding a happy smile, and the school was still buzzing around him, but for him now all this seemed to have become a background, the main thing is that you are near.

He loves to hug and kiss, loves to lie on your lap, is very gentle, shy and loving, behaves with you like a little child.