You're Jisung

Standing in front of a mildly discreet building, a cafe to be precise. Meeting with and unknown male you had met on line due to an ad that read, 'I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone.' It isn't something you would read on the daily but it seemed intriguing.

You walk inside, searching for a guy, you followed his directions as to where he would be sitting. Your eyes scanning the area, locking gazes with the supposedly Lee Minho.

Before you could speak up, or say anything, he asked you a simple question.

"Are you Han Jisung?"