Minho had sat down next to Jisung that night, a heavy sigh escaping him. Jisung definitely had noticed he was there, but he still allowed himself to cry just a little longer.

Minho sat there silently, not really knowing what to do. Jisung could sense this stranger was slightly uncomfortable, so he wiped his tears away and sniffled.

"Hello" Jisung greeted in a small voice.

"Hi" Minho's voice was surprisingly soft and light.

But, you know what they say; the eyes are the window to the soul.

Jisung looked up, staring straight into Minho's eyes. The two had seen the exact same thing in each others eyes.

Minho could see how broken Jisung truly was, and Jisung could see an underlying menacing look deep in Minho's dark brown eyes. Minho forced himself to look away, seeing too much of himself within Jisung.

"What's your name?" Jisung asked softly.

"Minho, uh, Lee Minho" Minho answered, "what's yours?"

"Jisung, Han Jisung" Jisung's tone seemed a little more relaxed and cheery.

The most surprising thing was, was that Jisung's happiness in that moment wasn't faked...