Minseok rides train line number 4 every day after work.

Minseok had foolishly agreed. Though their schedules were grueling to the point where they hardly called each other anymore, Minseok trusted Lu Han’s words. He trusted that it would possibly all be worth it in the end.

Where I will be hosting the drabbles I write for dailyxiuhanisms.

Minseok sees his world like the blankness of an empty white canvas, and Lu Han is like the color palette he never had (or deserved).