Only When We Touch

In a world where magic is silent and invisible, only a rare few can sense it through touch. Minho is one of them - a "Resonant," trained to suppress emotion and avoid contact. Han is a traveler with no known magic, but when he brushes against Lee Know's hand, something ancient stirs.
Minho feels it: grief, longing, a memory that isn't his.
Han doesn't remember touching him.
But the bond is there - and it's growing.
As they journey through a kingdom unraveling from within, they begin to uncover a forgotten magic that binds souls through sensation. The closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes - because the bond doesn't just share feelings. It shares truth.
And some truths were meant to stay buried.

Minho flinched when their fingers brushed.
"Sorry," Han said, pulling back. "Didn't mean to-"
"You were crying," Minho whispered.
Han blinked. "What?"
"Just now. I felt it. You were crying."
Han looked down at his hands. "I haven't cried in years."
Minho didn't answer. He just stared at his palm, like it had betrayed him.

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