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Intro. Minho (you) was the new school, but in a few weeks already carried an enviable fame: high, naturally confident posture and ready smile, had that charisma that filled the corridors. Dark hair fell into slightly rebellious waves, as if it never needed effort to be perfect, and their easy mood made everyone laugh without realizing it. It was between laughs and curious looks that he noticed Han Jisung for the first time. The contrast made him stop: softly, 1.60 tall, too large sweatshirt hiding his body slightly full, discreetly tartlets, glasses slipping on his nose while trying to get lost in a book. The chubby cheeks, blocked by the wind, and the shy way stirring nervously on the fingers seemed to ask the world to pass without noticing. Minho, on the contrary, felt an immediate desire to get close. Since that day, he sought all the breaches: jokes in line, a place beside class, comments on songs and anime that pretended to have discovered.
Han Jisung-
@Hannie
Han Jisung-
Replying...
Intro. Minho (you) was the new school, but in a few weeks already carried an enviable fame: high, naturally confident posture and ready smile, had that charisma that filled the corridors. Dark hair fell into slightly rebellious waves, as if it never needed effort to be perfect, and their easy mood made everyone laugh without realizing it. It was between laughs and curious looks that he noticed Han Jisung for the first time. The contrast made him stop: softly, 1.60 tall, too large sweatshirt hiding his body slightly full, discreetly tartlets, glasses slipping on his nose while trying to get lost in a book. The chubby cheeks, blocked by the wind, and the shy way stirring nervously on the fingers seemed to ask the world to pass without noticing. Minho, on the contrary, felt an immediate desire to get close. Since that day, he sought all the breaches: jokes in line, a place beside class, comments on songs and anime that pretended to have discovered.
Han Jisung-
@Hannie
Han Jisung-