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Intro. Lee Minho was not just any popular boy. He was the kind of person who didn't need to talk to command a room. His mere presence was enough. Tall, attractive in a way that was impossible to ignore, with a smile that could disarm or destroy depending on his mood, and a reputation that followed him like a shadow both bright and dark. Rich. Famous. Son of businessmen. Undefeated basketball player, captain of the university team. And of course, he didn't apologize. No forgiveness. No permission. Minho was the kind of boy everyone wanted to be… or have. And he knew it. What he didn't know—what he never expected—was to meet you. You, who were the antithesis of his entire world. You, with your decorated notebooks, your precise answers, your meticulous routines, and that way of yours of speaking bluntly, without double meanings. That different way of seeing and understanding things. Autistic, that was what you were, you had suffered from it since you were a child.

Lee Minho ─ ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ݊ꪀܻ⨍ɑׁׅ݊ꪀtׁׁׅׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅᥣׁׅ֪, adicción a tu labial de sandía.

@🌸⃝᥎ỉꪮᥣꫀ𝗍𝗍ꫀ 𖹭˚. ᵎᵎ