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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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A few more rounds of intuition go on and almost each player has taken a shot or two, except for San. His intuition has been too good and Minho wants to get him out, even if that means he has to take a shot as well. Watching his friend from the corner of his eye, Minho catches the split second San starts to rise and he follows.
"Eight." They simultaneously say.
San turns to Minho with a face of disrespect, his jaw hanging as he glares. Minho winks back like San had done to him after the first round.
"Bottoms up." Minho clinks his shot against San's.
San clicks his tongue, still taking the shot as he lost.
"Oh, it looks like we're out of soju." Someone comments.
"I'll go get more." Minho collects the empty bottles and stands up straight—trying to ignore the pins and needles of his legs coming back to life.
Turning around to go to the kitchen Minho freezes. He was enjoying himself and quickly got lost in the game. He completely forgot that all this wasn't real until he saw the reaper watching him. Hyunjin is sitting silently on the couch right next to were Minho has been laughing and drinking.
"You okay buddy?" San pats his hand on Minho's leg. He looks over to where Minho is facing, but all he sees is an empty couch.
"What? Eh, yeah. Sorry I must've stood up too quickly." Minho shakes his head, trying to stay cheerful.
San lifts a brow. "You better not be drunk already." He jokes.
Minho mimics San's words in a silly voice before walking away. His eyes shoot from the reaper to the kitchen—signally for the other to follow. He can hear the other laughing at his response to San, but he doesn't care anymore.
Quickly throwing the bottles into a recycling bin, Minho makes a b-line to the downstairs bathroom. Hyunjin right behind him. Minho stops outside the bathroom and carefully opens the door. Hoping that he doesn't walk in on anyone already throwing up or in the act—Minho doesn't know if he'd even be embarrassed at this moment. He lets out the breath he was holding in anticipation when he finds it empty. "Good." Mumbling as he walks in. The smell of puke is definitely something he doesn't want to deal with right now, and luckily he doesn't have to.
Minho locks the door once Hyunjin enters. He however doesn't need someone walking in on what would look like him talking to himself.
Wait, isn't this a memory?
"Yes." Hyunjin answers Minho's question even though it was never said out loud.
Surprised, Minho turns from the door to the reaper. "Y-you can?" Minho points to his head, not needing to finish his sentence as Hyunjin nods back. Minho sucks his tongue coming to realisation.
Can you turn it off?
"Yes, but wouldn't it be better this way as no one can see or hear me, though they can see and hear you. So if you think what you want to say no one will over-hear."
You have a point...
Minho hates how right Hyunjin sounds.
"What is it you want to talk about?" Hyunjin asks even though he already knows as he was reading Minho's mind on their way here.
What is it that I'm really meant to do? Am I meant to go look for Chan or avoid him and never meet? Would that change everything and he'd be alive?
"No, you're way off actually. If Chan never met you he'd have died earlier."
Minho looks down at his feet. A huge weight has been added to his shoulders. Minho saved Chan then—or technically now, at this party. Thinking that if he knew what Chan was going through, then Chan could still be alive
"You can't change what's happened in the real world." Hyunjin continues. He's leaning against the back wall of bathroom. Stature, straight and tall. "This is a memory that you have slight control over, almost like a dream. I want you to remember. I need you to remember. So go back out, ignore me, and enjoy what you had, while you can." Hyunjin's voice becomes harsher, but a hint of emotion is behind it.
Being stuck in his mind, Minho has forgotten what he's been doing in the real world. To him the day is still the day Chan died. The part of him stuck in the past is what's stopping him from moving on.
