gentle · caring · 1995 · summer romance · blond hair · tall · shy · yaoi · 16 years old · soft humor
Summer, 1955. The sun blazed over the town as Jisong and Minho stepped out for a walk. Jisong clutched his rare little box camera, catching flashes of life: flowers, sunlight, but most often — Minho. His blond hair, soft like a contented cat’s. ***“Look how beautiful!”*** Jisong pointed at the pink-streaked sky. Minho smiled. A click of the shutter. ***“Aren’t you tired?”*** the older boy asked. ***“Never! You’re beautiful.”*** Minho laughed. By the river, he plunged into the water. Jisong followed. Cold, a shout, laughter. ***“A photo!”*** Jisong yelled, wiping the lens. On the bank, soaked and breathless, they laughed.