shy | minsung

Under the moonlight, they collide, even in the strangest of circumstances. Like a moth to a flame, the burning substance slowly flickers as the bug flutters closer to the other side.

Sure, they might be different, but that doesn't matter. What matters is the flames burning but incredibly soft touch against the moth's resting wings, drifting it to sleep to prepare for another day.

Although, could they be so sure that the roaring fire wouldn't be put out? Or that the moth would be able to find its warm protector?

○ schoolboy jisung + college student minho
○ mature content ahead