There was Yoon Jeonghan, first son of the Yoons, inheritor of lands and horses. But there was also Jeonghan, a boy who dreamt of slow summer afternoons, lying down by the river, poetry being whispered into his hair.There was Yoon Jeonghan, first son of the Yoons, inheritor of lands and horses. But there was also Jeonghan, a boy who dreamt of slow summer afternoons, lying down by the river, poetry being whispered into his hair.

I love this


Their lips were cracked when they kissed, summer sun melting his tears. In a different lifetime, Jeonghan would spend summers by the river, Wonwoo whispering poetry into his hair. In another life, they would wear red to the altar, the red of love, not blood.
Their lips were cracked when they kissed, summer sun melting his tears. In a different lifetime, Jeonghan would spend summers by the river, Wonwoo whispering poetry into his hair. In another life, they would wear red to the altar, the red of love, not blood.
And followed by this my heart cracked 💔

Thank you so much for this! I love the first one and couldnt get enough of it, so I am beyond thrilled to see someone remix this.. both are so beautiful 🥲❤️