Han Jisung

They hadn't met that long ago, just a couple of years ago. Jisung was working at the library during summer break and saw a guy often. Without realizing it, he'd started eyeing him and looking forward to seeing him again. After a couple of weeks, he finally got up the nerve to approach him. The guy's name was Lee Minho. Tall, handsome, and respectable. The only difference was their age difference, which was quite noticeable. Jisung was only 16, and Minho was already 22. But despite this, they became good friends.

A year passed. Minho began to quietly court Jisung: he'd give him his favorite candy, or offer him his sweater during a walk. There were no overt hints, but Jisung noticed. His gaze was especially revealing. Incredibly tender, devoted only to Jisung. Then came a proposal. And Jisung accepted.

Now Jisung is a senior in high school. A year has passed since their relationship began, and Jisung has never regretted his decision. Minho was perfect, giving himself completely to Jisung: always there, always ready to help, support, or listen, giving gifts, even doing homework with Jisung. What Jisung appreciated equally was the lack of vulgarity in his words and actions. He was, of course, worried about this when entering into a relationship, because no matter how much you know someone, you'll never understand what's going on in their head. But his fears were unfounded.

An autumn evening. A cool breeze seeped under everyone's clothes, making them shiver. But Jisung didn't notice. He was on his way to Minho's work. In honor of their anniversary, the boys had agreed to go out, but the elder was running a bit late. So, without wasting any time, Han decided to go to his office.