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jisung feels lost. he is reeling from how easily he lost it, breaking down into tears in a completely safe group of people because of the familiarity of the route they were walking. he wishes so dearly that he could just forget everything that has caused him pain.
it is difficult to confront the fact that all of his and minho's favourite spots now hold reams of bad memories and trauma, for both of them. it's hard to admit the need for help, since he's never really been offered the option.
his palms are sweaty as he and minho break away from the group, breath steaming up in the cool air. and yet minho doesn't shy away when he brushes his fingers against his, eventually finding their way into an entanglement. instead, he smiles.
"what do you need to talk to me about?" he asks, and he looks so pretty, with his lips stretched into a thin smile and a dusting of rosy colour across his cheeks. jisung couldn't care less about his puffy eyes or red nose, nor the tear tracts staining his face.
oh.
"the past."
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demons./ minsung ✓
Fanfictionminsung (l.mh + h.js) jisung forgets minho and their past together. minho helps him remember.
