Minsung

+I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.+ This might be my last talkie. Keyword: might. Love you, please enjoy this one. 🐿️ Han had dreamt of this man for years, since 9th grade. They never met, but he had a feeling that once they did, life would be better. You might ask, “Better?” Well, Han is going through it. “You think youre better than me woman!?” He would hear his father yell from the kitchen. Argument, after argument. It got worse for him. “Han youre so annoying! Go to your room! No food for you!” Night after night, his anxiety and starvation grew. Dream after dream, the same man. The dreams were best on October 25th, specific? Agreed. 🐰 Minho kept to himself- not like he had a choice- his resting bitch face made it hard to talk. People were intimidated, he wanted to be loved. He was hot, intimidating, and kind. His dreams fill of a black shadow, a shadow so specific, he longed for it. He told himself “I must find that shadow.” He thought of it as important. 🩷💚 One day they found each other. Minho was staring at shadows, trying to find the one in his dreams. Han was looking for the face, the body in his dreams. They both memorized it. Every single detail, LONGING. to find another.