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[𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠]
-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
❝𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆❞
He doesn't remember his name. He doesn't remember how he died. He doesn't remember anything.
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"What are you like with death?" Changbin enquires, remembering of the time Minho told him about their past dead lover.
Minho looks over at Changbin as he throws the butt of his cigarette out the window, confused in the slight change of conversation. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you said you moved here because your ex..." Changbin releases a hand from the wheel to wave in the air. "You are now living in a house haunted by the dead, are you okay with that?"
"Huh?" Minho leans back into his seat with his arms folded, staring down at his feet. "I can't move whether I like it or not. I don't have the money so I'll have to make do. You never know," Minho chuckles at the thought. "Maybe I attract death."
Now Changbin's the confused one. "Attract death?"
"Hmm." Minho nods. "Maybe I moved here because of those dead boys. I didn't know anything about them, I mean in a fate kinda way. It's like I'm meant to be here. Ha, I probably sounds crazy."
"Agreed." Changbin answers back without a beat as he playfully slaps Minho's arm, coming to a stop in Minho's drive.
Minho slaps back. "Rude." He teases with a smile.
"We have arrived, your majesty." Changbin jokes in an elegant voice whilst bowing his head.
Minho bows in return. "Thank you." He tries to say seriously but a laugh escapes at the end. "I'll see you tomorrow?" Minho double checks as he closes the passenger door.
"Sure thing, same time?" Changbin shouts from the drivers window, watching Minho walk away.
"Yes please." Minho finally says before turning away, with a wave, to enter the house.
Once inside and the sounds on Changbin's engine becomes faint, Minho lets out a deep sigh with his back slamming against the door. What was meant to be an easy, simple workday became more mentally draining then it should've been.
...Maybe it's fate? How stupid....
Taking a deep breath Minho stands up and faces into the house. "Hey!" he shouts, unsure if he should be doing what's he's doing, but he's gonna do it. About a minute passes and the house remains quiet. Taking a step further, Minho prepares to make his voice louder. "I need to take to you! ...Whoever you are."
A few more silent moments go by and just as Minho opens his mouth to shout again, he watches as the basement door slowly creaks open. A small fragile boy with his head low, looking down at his hands, steps out from behind the door. Minho stares, wide eyed, unsure of what he was expecting and is going to do next.
