Living a very lonely life as the outcast of his school, Han Jisung starts texting his thoughts and feelings to a random number in an attempt to let everything out for once. Lee Minho is popular and always surrounded by people. Yet what he is looking forward to the most is to read the badly written poems from the unknown number that suddenly started texting him. * [M] 7 - #gayfanfic (26/Dec/2023)

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