*✰⭑ ✶*★⭒ The boy felt a presence next to him sit down. A firm, and kind of demanding grip on his bouncy leg made him turn to the inappropriate person. Oh, it's Lee know. And he was fucking close. Close enough to speak next to his ear "I still feel guilty for yesterday. I'm asking you again: Please let me make it up to you." A quick glace to right, made Jisung aware of two pleading eyes looking at him. His body tensed. He gulped and with shaking voice he whispered. "How?" *✰⭑ ✶*★⭒ Jisung doesn't really like highschool, but swimming against the mainstream had never been his thing. Being pushed around like a ball of uselessness was his life purpose. His mother not making it any better; He could cry himself to sleep every night, if it wasn't for his one freeing hobby: Stargazing - Nightime was the one true way of escaping. No people, no judgement. Just breathing. Through a unsettling coincidence, Lee Minho steps into his life, like a plantation of light - Weird, a little risky and more comfort, than any parent was ever able to give to Jisung. And while the world spins around itself; it forgets to notice the chemistry, only two were able to see. *✰⭑ ✶*★⭒ A story about fate and destiny, being unscrupulous sculpturers of stone. Their whole attention? - Jisungs pathetic life. And Minhos intervention, like the strange persona he is. When these two meet, angsty Jisung and yolo Minho, stars will fly, meet and fall. *✰⭑ ✶*★⭒

A proposal. A full collection dedicated to a single person, a single name. Han Jisung. Minho laughs. "The performer?" Yes. That one. The cabaret star. The headline act for the ultra-rich and tragically bored. Minho thinks, why not? Just another face behind the lens. He is, historically, shit at lying to himself.

"Well, if I had the freedom to choose, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, Dr. Lee." Han Jisung thrives in it, in the way hands reach for him like he's something worth touching. But what would they say if they knew? Would they still whisper his name like a prayer, still dream of having a piece of him? Or would they finally see him for what he is? Not a god. Not an idol. Not untouchable. Just a boy. And boys get sent to therapy. in short: seemingly freaky, cocky and privileged jisung meets his match, Minho - his assigned psychiatrist

[C O M P L E T E D] The last thing Jisung thought would threaten his life was a job offer and a crown prince. He'd think alcohol poisoning would get to him first, or the menace of Goguryeo guards at his heels. But here he was, at the mercy of the crown prince of Baekje with one job for him and Hwang Hyunjin- unless they choose death. Find, protect, and humor the supposed crown prince, his older brother: Lee Minho. And he thought it'd be easy. How hard was it to protect someone? However, he didn't think he'd be the one he's protecting the future king from. --- /I don't boast about my achievements in the tag rankings but on 07/25/2020 this book just got #1 on #HanJisung and I'm so proud of it 😌👉👈 And #1 on minsung on 08/25/2020