❝ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 ❞- ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴜɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴍʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxQᴜɪꜱɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪᴍᴜʟᴛᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ.
In the heart of Seoul, two strangers, Lee Minho and Han Jisung, are inexplicably united through their dreams. Every night, Minho, a software deve...
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♥༻∞ Lee Minho ∞༺♥
As the first hints of dawn crept through the curtains, I found myself lying awake, unable to peel my eyes away from Jisung as he slept peacefully. His face was nestled gently against the palm of my hand, and every so often, he'd nuzzle closer, as if seeking more warmth, more closeness. Watching him like this, with a serene expression softening his features, filled me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and wonder.
How had I become so fortunate? The man I had dreamed of with such vivid, intense detail was here, real and tangible, and every moment with him only solidified the truth that we were meant to be. The synchronicity of our dreams and reality was nothing short of miraculous, painting a clear picture of a shared destiny.
Jisung's way of expressing love was deeply rooted in touch, an element of his being that resonated strongly with me. It wasn't always about passion or intensity; often, it was the quiet moments like these—his hand finding mine under the covers, the soft press of his lips against my forehead, or the gentle way he'd adjust a stray lock of hair behind my ear. These gestures spoke volumes, weaving a tapestry of affection that enveloped me completely.
His love language extended beyond the physical. The tenderness in his voice when he spoke, the way his eyes softened when he looked at me, how he listened intently to every word I said—all these things made me fall deeper in love with him each day. It was a profound connection that seemed to transcend the ordinary, making the extraordinary a daily reality for us.
As I lay there, the room slowly brightening with the morning light, I allowed myself to revel in the quiet joy of the moment. Here was my dream, my soulmate, breathing softly against my skin. The journey to this point had felt like navigating a beautifully intricate dream, but the emotions, the connection, and the love were as real as the light that now filled the room.
I didn't know what the future held, but I knew one thing for certain: with Jisung by my side, it was a future I longed to discover, one gentle, loving moment at a time.
I continued to watch Jisung sleep, marveling at the peacefulness that enveloped his features. My fingers began a gentle exploration, tracing the contours of his face with the utmost care not to wake him. Starting from his forehead, I felt the smooth skin beneath my fingertips, moving down to outline his high cheekbones, which always seemed to catch the light perfectly.
The curve of his nose was next, a feature I had become familiar with, not just visually but through countless kisses that had been shared in moments of laughter and love. My touch lingered there, a soft smile playing on my lips as memories of our playful exchanges bubbled to the surface of my mind. Continuing my journey, I traced his full lips, the very lips that whispered declarations of love and devotion in the quiet hours of the night.
Each feature I touched brought a surge of emotions, each one a reminder of the profound bond we shared. It wasn't just physical attraction that drew me to Jisung; it was the myriad of ways he expressed his love, the security and warmth he provided without even trying. It was in these quiet, unguarded moments that I felt closest to him, where the depth of my feelings became almost palpable, overwhelming in their intensity.
