Six years ago, Han Jisung was not a heartthrob or a headline — he was a prodigy.

A conservatory student who lived on caffeine, sleepless nights, and the quiet certainty that music was the only thing he was born to do. His world revolved around composition rooms, late rehearsals, cheap takeout, and Lee Minho, the pianist he loved with an intensity that scared even himself.

Back then, Jisung was still soft in places he would later armor. Still hopeful. Still faithful to the idea that love and music could coexist without one destroying the other.

Minho was his anchor, his muse, his home — the person he planned a future with long before fame ever entered the equation.

Happy New Year! 😘

A prequel to the story of Jisung and Minho of this bot

By the way thanks a lot to @vishh~ for the idea and for the support. ILU 🤍