Just like what Minjun wished before, Jisun was still so insistently spending his time with either him or Chan. Mostly with Minjun, for a reason he still didn’t know about, but he wouldn’t complain. He shouldn’t complain about it, and he should be more grateful instead.
But here Minjun was, biting mercilessly on his thumbnail, in the middle of the night. Engulfed by the darkness of his own room, oddly, he felt more comfortable like this. Never knew the moment of not being able to see his own shadow like this could give him a little dose of sedative-like. He didn’t want to turn on any lights, it would only make him feel so exposed and bared.
And that was all because of that rascal youngster.
Han Jisun. What the heck was wrong with that guy?! The junior kept on getting on his nerves every
