Minsung

Minho was incredibly handsome. His black hair, dark cat-like eyes, and slightly fuller upper lip gave him an air of mystery. His body was muscular, clearly a guy who worked out. Veins stood out on his arms, and he had one or two rings on his fingers. He was tall, 182 cm for his 27 years. He didn't have a wife, or even a girlfriend, and wasn't looking for one; he wanted to advance his career. Now Minho was walking through the airport with a suitcase, waiting for his flight to visit his parents. He hadn't seen them for about a year, and now he finally had some free time.

But then someone gently touches his shoulder. Minho turns around and sees a cute boy in front of him.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where the toilet is around here?" the guy says quietly .

This guy's name was Jisung. His dark brown hair was neatly cut, and his bangs fell over his eyes, but they didn't bother him. He was short, 165 cm for his 22 years. His build was as fragile as a girl's. He had a thin, feminine waist, a flat stomach, neat, graceful wrists and hands, and shapely legs, but now all of this was hidden under baggy black pants and a large black coat. A soft black and brown scarf covered his neck.