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collage | han jisung

genre: coffee shop, fluff
pairings: han jisung x male character
word count: 15,852 words
description: lee minjun has never told a single soul that he's gay. he doesn't plan on it. living a fake life is easier than coming to terms with reality. but one encounter in a coffee shop might just change everything he thought he knew...

ㅇpart one

When Lee Minjun was ten years old, he discovered what true heartbreak was.

It's not just the visual representation of a cartoon heart splitting in two. It's not even something that can be described with a word as simple as pain.

It's everything that makes you up tearing apart at the seams and leaving no clue that it was even there to begin with.

People are just like collages. Different bits and pieces thrown together. Experiences all coming together in a hurdle of colors and shapes and patterns.

When a person's heart breaks their collage tears and runs through a paper shredder so that the pieces are unrecognizable. They don't ever come together the same way again, and when they're lying at the bottom of the trash can no one can even imagine scooping them back out.

Useless. That's what they are.

"Useless," Lee Minjun's mother said in a horrified whisper as she walked out of their apartment's door for the last time. "That's what you are."

"Useless" was what swirled around his head as his collage fell into unrecognizable tatters. "Useless" was what swirled around his head as his father comforted him and told him that it wasn't true. "Useless" was what swirled around his head for the next years as he slowly realized that he wasn't really attracted to girls after his mother left. "Useless" was what swirled around his head as he kept that fact buried deep inside him and "useless" is what constantly accompanies every thought.

Despite people around him supporting him, it all felt fake because he knew that below the surface, below the pieces of his collage, he was really just useless.

He remembered every detail of that day, though the days before and after it were a strange blur of nothing but vague recollections.

The way her heels clicked against the floor, the way her hand had pushed his father away as he tried to pull her back, and the way she had no restraint or stutter when she said those words to her own son, just a whisper that she might have hoped would make it less prominent.

And then the slam of the door and the click as his father locked it even though his mother's keys were still inside. The finality of it all that sunk in on Minjun even if no one actually said the words, "she's never coming back."

Sound fading out as his heart broke, his collage that had been built up shredding itself into tiny, indistinguishable pieces.

People were nothing more than collages. Fakes pretending that they were more. Mothers pretending that they loved their family to destroy it in an instant. Minjun was included in that, and so was every other person.

Every single one of them.

Minjun rolled over onto his side as his alarm blared, the sounds of honking cars and angry people filtering in through the window he'd forgotten to close last night. His eyes remained closed as he pulled the comforter up to his chin, curling his body into a ball to remain warm.

When the alarm didn't decide to shut up, he groaned, sitting up aggressively as he slammed his hand down on it.

He sighed as he saw the sticky note he'd pasted to his bedside table greet him, his terrible handwriting covering it: You'd better get up you whiny ass rat, you have a shift at the coffee shop this morning and if you don't get there on time you'll have to take Doyun's second shift which would be with Yunseo AND YOU DON'T WANT TO SPEND AN HOUR WITH THAT DEVIL!