"-Oh, hello Seungmin!
-Good afternoon, Miss Han!
-I was about to go see Jisung, how is he doing?
-Pretty well, I gave him some chicken and right now Minho's in there he brought him some clothes and a piece of cheesecake.
-I see, she smiled. And how about you? How are you doing?
-Oh, I'm fine, as always!
-What's on your mind?
-Ah, you know me too well!"
I brought Jisung's mum over by the chairs so that we could sit down.
And there went the interrogation.
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Destiny; minsung
FanfictionWhen Jisung can see the red string hanging on everyone's pinky, he knows he'll never see his because that's his punishment for being able to see what others don't. Until he meets Minho, a boy who can only see his.
