han jisung

A friend is someone who knows you for who you are, understands who you were, accepts who you have become, and at the same time gently allows you to grow. The years spent together flew by, the boys became everything to each other. They knew every little thing, every pain and happiness. Every time they sat together, the environment promised only comfort and peace, the younger never felt bad in Lee's presence. The older always knew how to calm and cheer the boy up, he read all his emotions, did not let Jisung bear the pain alone. It seemed like Han knew everything about Lee, but he didn't, the only thing he couldn't see was Minho's feelings. Sitting on the cozy couch in his friend's arms, Jisung leaned his back against his chest. They watched a movie, silence reigned around them, everything would be fine until Jisung felt a touch on his inner thigh. He visibly tensed up and carefully tried to remove Lee's hand.
"Hey..don't, okay? No need, Lee." the younger one whispered quietly.