❝ 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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♥༻∞ ʜᴀɴᴊɪꜱᴜɴɢ ∞༺♥
Nine months had passed since I left for military service, and the absence of communication with Minho had weighed heavily on my heart. The enforced silence was unbearable; without a phone or any real way to reach out, I felt isolated from the world I longed to be a part of. The only connection I had to him was through the letters I painstakingly wrote, but none had returned. Each day without a response deepened my worry, and the ache of missing him felt more pronounced with every passing moment.
As I sat in the barracks with other soldiers, I gazed out the window, watching the snowflakes fall gently to the ground, blanketing everything in white. The world outside looked so peaceful, but inside, I was a tumultuous storm. Tomorrow was Christmas, and the thought of spending it away from Minho filled me with an unbearable sadness. I had always imagined celebrating the holiday with him—his laughter, our shared moments, and the warmth of his presence. But here I was, stuck in a military base, cut off from everything I held dear.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching my bed, and I turned to see the commander walking toward me, a delivery box in his hands and my phone perched on top. He wore a gentle smile, and I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me.
"They finally found your phone," he said, settling down beside me. "I'm sorry that this happened. It was no one's intention, but there's a package for you. It's a little heavy." His tone was calm, reassuring.
My heart raced as he placed the box in front of me. I sat up, curiosity piqued, and reached for my small pocket knife. With careful precision, I began to slice through the packing tape, my mind racing with possibilities about what could be inside.
The lid popped open, and I peered inside, my breath catching in my throat. There were familiar items: a carefully wrapped gift, a stack of letters, and a small package of Minho's favorite snacks. My heart swelled with emotion as I dug deeper, pulling out the letters one by one. Each one was a lifeline, a piece of Minho that I had desperately missed.
"Open your phone first," the commander urged gently, his presence a steadying force. I nodded, my fingers trembling with anticipation as I picked up my phone, feeling its weight in my hands.
After a quick glance at the screen, I realized it was operational again. With a swift motion, I powered it on, and the familiar boot-up sound filled the air. The screen illuminated, revealing missed notifications, and my heart raced even faster. I quickly connected to the Wi-Fi, my mind racing with thoughts of what messages I might find.
I navigated through my notifications, heart pounding. Just as I began to feel overwhelmed, I noticed a message that sent a rush of adrenaline through me.
New Message from Minho
Before I could read it, the commander placed a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention. "Take your time, Jisung. I know it's a lot to process. You have a support system here too, even if it's not what you imagined."
