─── Climb ──
Han Jisung
The sun went down.
Time to sleep.
Thinking about how eventful his day was. Jisung curled up under his covers.
It was funny.
The constant feeling of being pushed to the floor.
Jisung always caught Minho's eyes.
Then they'd avert to something more interesting.
Other than that,
Nothing else happened today.
Everyone seemed to be happy.
Cheerful smiles.
Glowing auras.
So why was Jisung different?
He couldn't smile.
He always looked at Minho at the worst time.
Lips connected to the breath taking blondes.
Minho was always prettier than her.
He was Ethereal.
Everything about him made Jisung fall more and more.
It was funny.
Knowing that it would never be him.
The sun came up. Time for the next day.