smokesomeash
Where somewhere in the lukewarm streets of Russia, under the blue undertones of a cold snowstorm, tucked away in a cosy sweater lived Minho.
Sadly, putting on a sweater won't warm him up.
Perhaps, someone's warm hands might? (Spoiler alert, that someone is named Han Jisung)
or Minho and Jisung are living in 2008 russia and try to navigate their confused feelings through school life, family life, their own messy thoughts and the chilling cold. Will they manage it though, well, that's a story to read about.
Cross post ao3