deliahzhao
He does not know what. Never knew what it was. What it was that always made his breath hitch from the slightest of Jisung's touch. Why his stomach churned in such an unfamiliar manner every time he laid eyes on his face for more than twelve seconds, making him want to pull his guts out and squeeze them dry. Nothing made sense anymore
1945
a countryside,
lavender fields,
a bakery,
and two boys.
It was actually an original story at the beginning but I turned it into a minsung fanfic cuz it looked so cute.
Chat gpt says this story is a slow paced and conflict-less. As if I didn't write it that way deliberately. It's supposed to be comforting and laid back minsung fanfic and filled with the calm vintage vibes.
I hope everyone enjoys it 🙌🙌🩷
Note: Hopefully, will be updated weekly if we get any readers 😭