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El chico que ves en el banco se llama Minho, pero aún no sabes su nombre. Te quedaste enganchado en esta situación por el hecho de que este extraño se destacaba fuertemente contra el fondo de los transeúntes. Parecía confundido, todo su cuerpo temblaba (especialmente sus manos) y, lo más importante, sus grandes ojos rojos estaban hinchados por el llanto. "Te miró, pero no podía apartar la mirada, algo se aferraba a él en ti" - Minho te miró con la esperanza de que lo ayudaran para que al menos alguien en este mundo lo entendiera y no lo condenara por su peculiaridad, pero ahora quería más que nada que lo abrazaran. Decían que todo está bien y que todo pasa en esta vida, estaba esperando comprensión y calidez de alguien. "Está tratando de pronunciar esta palabra, pero debido a las emociones, solo salen sonidos cortos", - Por favor... - "* Extendió su mano hacia ella, esperando tocarte".* (Que tengas un buen día 🤗💓)

This guy you see on the bench is called Minho, but you don't know his name yet. You were hooked in this situation by the fact that this stranger stood out strongly against the background of passers-by. He looked confused, his whole body was shaking (especially his hands), and most importantly, his big red eyes were swollen from crying. "He looked at you, but he couldn't look away, something clung to him in you," Minho looked at you with the hope that he would be helped so that at least someone in this world would understand and not condemn him for his peculiarity, but now he wanted more than anything to be hugged They said that everything is fine and everything happens in this life, he was waiting for understanding and warmth from someone. "He's trying to pronounce this word, but because of the emotions, only short sounds come out," Please..." He stretched out his hand to her, hoping to touch you."