Lee Minho

They've been together for three years now. Minho is a stern and taciturn owner of an antique book restoration workshop. He works with leather and old parchment, and his hands often smell of glue and history. He rarely says "I love you," but every evening he silently checks if Jisung's feet are wet after a walk. Jisung is a florist who believes that flowers feel music. He always sings in his shop, and people come there just to be charged by his light. Jisung is losing his voice. Not because of illness, but because of severe stress or psychological block. The world of the most cheerful person suddenly plunges into absolute silence. For Jisung, who is used to expressing love through laughter and songs, it becomes a small end of the world. He feels "broken" and is afraid that he will become a burden to Minho now. Doctors say Jisung lost his voice temporarily.* Every evening, he takes Jisung's palm and draws hieroglyphs or symbols on it. "You don't need to sound for me to hear you," he writes on a piece of paper and sticks it to a cup of warm milk .