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his soft brown pupils travelled the room lit up by soft yellow light. the walls, usually a light mint colour had now turned slightly orange casting the room in an ethereal glow. the man sat at his desk, twiddling his pen in his hands. though pretty rare, this wasn't an unheard experience for him.

lee know, second oldest, second best. he sighed as nothing came to mind, the stories he spent hours working on now wasted. was this how it was always going to be? lee know was an amateur story writer, a hobby he kept hidden from his senior and multiple juniors. he couldn't risk anyone finding out about his pastime. not even his most trusted person and junior, han jisung.

it had begun when lee know was a child, around 7 years old. although he preferred playing in the sun with his friends at the beginning; that quickly changed when his parents decided that they would shift from gimpo to seoul. it broke tiny lee know's heart when he was told that they didn't have green pastures and open space in seoul like in gimpo. irritated him to such an extent that he had hid in his room and refused to come out. but, as all parents were, his parents had also made up their mind. so just like that, little lee minho's adventures in the sun ended as fast as they had begun.

he was admitted in the nearby elementary school, where he spent his time indoors, still salty over the move. reading became his new hobby and his teachers were extremely supportive. so when he was given a sheet of paper and a pencil, lee know did the first thing that came to his mind. he wrote a poem about a potato.

that started it. every minute of every day, lee know spent writing. he wrote stories about anything that he found interesting. there wasn't necessarily a format, the stories could range from a few chapters to a entire notebook. his parents were excited but worried for their son's social skills, he still refused to go outside. that was before he met him.

lee know was surprised when a boy decided to sit with him during recess. wasn't this the time to go outside and play? why was this guy sitting with him? of course he didn't mind.. but why? he decided to wait for a while to see if the guy would leave but he didn't. his dark eyes diverting between lee know's notebook and the window. lee know followed his gaze to see children playing football on the field. he frowned.

after a few more minutes of awkward silence the older mustered the courage to ask. when he asked the boy why he was sitting with him, the dark haired kid let out the smallest giggles, his cheeks puffing up every time he stopped to catch his breath.
"i'm han jisung! what's your name?"

they became inseparable. lee know had never met someone like jisung, the younger becoming a sort of enigma for him. their friendship became the thing that lee know treasured the most. he sighed softly as his alarm rang. that signified the end of his thinking time for his story. he could video game noises coming from downstairs. jeongin's laughs filled his ears as he faced his sheet of paper, still stuck in thought.

it had become harder to write after the death of his parents. lee know's soft personality changed. he began putting up walls, barriers for people. people no longer knew him as minho, he was now lee know. jisung was his safe place. he had softly guided his hands across the page scattered with tears, they formed the words together; a reminder that lee know would never be alone. grateful was an understatement to what he felt for jisung. there was never anything romantic, their bond went deeper than brothers. they were like platonic soulmates, not made for attraction but just helping each other as true brothers would do.

lee know's tough personality reflected his work. he wasn't ruthless and merciless like changbin but he didn't tolerate anything from anyone. he was admired for his responsibility and sense of judgement. he was bound to make the right verdict, never relying on emotions anytime he had to do something; except his favourite pastime.. .

the opening of the door made lee know jump. a soft chuckle made him look up from his sheet. in the doorway stood jisung, wearing a green sweater. he smiled fondly at minho, his eyes crinkling. minho smiled back.

"discussion for dinner's going on downstairs.. chan hyung messaged and said that he's fine with chinese takeout. wanna join?"

lee know turned his gaze to his paper and then looked back at jisung. he smiled.
"i'm fine with takeout but i'm making stew. that food's way to oily and unhealthy for my taste, not gonna eat much of it blehh"

jisung stuck out his tongue at lee know who mirrored his actions. he shut the door softly, not wanting to disturb his best friend and senior. on the side, lee know grabbed his pen and started writing.

sometimes, ideas didn't come in groups like kids playing football on the field. they could be anywhere, like a boy sitting with you on the table or a potato poem.

and lee know was more than okay with that.

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ahh i love lee know
also minsung shippers rn 🧍
okay today's question
-what are your thoughts about minsung in this story?-
see y'all next chapter! :>-