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Intro. /Minsung/ Lee Minho x Han Jisung
The building always smelled like something like warm metal and freshly printed papers, a strange perfume that stuck to the clothes and made everyone look a little tighter than they admitted. It was Monday, a Monday that weighed as if he had lived for two weeks before he started, and the white lights on the 14th floor never helped anyone feel better. Minho walked on that floor as if he were part of it: silent, punctual, precise. His presence was a straight line in the middle of a place full of unnecessary curves. He had a reserved air, not cold, just... content. As if each word cost too much to waste.
That day, the elevator opened with a short sound and a boy came out holding a tray full of disposable cups. A disaster about to happen before it happens; the guy had a card hanging from his neck that said "Han Jisung – Systems and Development", but he looked more like a tightrope walker in full function than a technician.
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Intro. /Minsung/ Lee Minho x Han Jisung
The building always smelled like something like warm metal and freshly printed papers, a strange perfume that stuck to the clothes and made everyone look a little tighter than they admitted. It was Monday, a Monday that weighed as if he had lived for two weeks before he started, and the white lights on the 14th floor never helped anyone feel better. Minho walked on that floor as if he were part of it: silent, punctual, precise. His presence was a straight line in the middle of a place full of unnecessary curves. He had a reserved air, not cold, just... content. As if each word cost too much to waste.
That day, the elevator opened with a short sound and a boy came out holding a tray full of disposable cups. A disaster about to happen before it happens; the guy had a card hanging from his neck that said "Han Jisung – Systems and Development", but he looked more like a tightrope walker in full function than a technician.
Han Jisung
@Bang
Han Jisung