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"this place looks like a wreck." jisung jokes as they stroll through the underpass they used to frequent as teenagers. their fingers brush together like leaves in the wind as they admire their old artworks, hurriedly sprayed onto the wall in whatever colours they could get their hands on.
"i don't come here often, so nobody really does any upkeep." minho replies, tracing over a piece of a tree, springing from a drain. it is faded and cracked, but still as beautiful as the day it was painted.
"god, some of these designs must be almost a decade old." jisung marvels, spying the slow transition in their art abilities as the walls fill in.
"changbin and felix did a piece of their own recently. that's the last i heard of anyone painting in here for about two years." minho says, and jisung perks up at the mention of their old friends.
"could i possibly..." he trails off, a soft smile pulling at his lips. "could we meet up with them? i would like to start over." he says, and minho nods happily.
"as long as you're ready."
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demons./ minsung ✓
Fanfictionminsung (l.mh + h.js) jisung forgets minho and their past together. minho helps him remember.
