han jisung was the son of one of korea's richest families. yet, there was always something lacking in his life, that no amount of money could buy. that was love, and love came in the form of a chestnut haired boy called lee minho. minho had always hated life. the only time he felt truly alive was through his poetry. and even then he never felt good enough or satisfied, until all the beautiful words in the world came together to describe han jisung.