his irises | minsung ✓

six

❝ i start running back,

through all the hallways.

where are you, stranger?

come on...

we lock eyes.

i stop running for a bit, but faster my pace after seeing him.

i don't know how it happens, why it happens,

but...

we hug.

he grips my waist, sending a obvious message.

i thought i lost you.

"don't worry, i'm here."

we let go, and sit down.

he starts writing on a piece of paper.

after a while, he gives it to me.

i am a little shy

i have aphasia, it means that you can lose your ability to speak, write or understand your language.

in my case, it is the talking.

i would not change it for gold, because writing poems means so much to me.

but, i never gave you my name,

hi, i'm minho.

i smile to him, and get out a piece of paper.

i'm jisung,

nice to meet you!

and you write poems?

that's so sweet!

i can't rhyme for my life.

he smiles even brighter. he raises his hand. wait.

you like poems?

alright then!

the moment i saw you passing,

i could not help but wonder,

who are you under,

those beautiful eyes of yours

i had to refrain myself from asking:

would you go on a date with me?

number:

xxx-xx-xx-xxx ❞