Fais de Beaux Rêves | Markmin

5 - Black Rainbows

Jaemin didn't remember a lot about his time in the life cycle. Before all of this.

He had always just...been working. At the mall that is.

He doesn't remember the beginning of when he had started working; he doesn't remember how he came to know where everything was and where everything went; and of course, he certainly doesn't remember how he came to know how to deal with the spirits when they arrived.

It had always been this way.

And Jaemin didn't see why that had to change.

But.
There were moments.

Moments where a memory or two that seemed like another person's fluttered into his head and he had to pause and focus on it just so that it would come to focus.

A cottage. The sunshine. A ridiculous and rambunctious laugh. The tall grass. A small apartment. A ring.

All these images were beautiful and stunningly vivid; yet, they gave him nothing and they seemed to be muddled and hazy. He grew frustrated over the years at the mysterious nature of the memories - which he had come to realize were his own - and all that Jaemin wanted to do was remember that feeling.

His job, however, was too time consuming and Jaemin didn't have too long to dwell on his own personal matters. As relaxed as the guide seemed.

There was something about Mark though.

The way the boy's hand seemed awkward and clammy in his own. The way he looked curiously and yet knowingly at Jaemin as they stood staring at each other in the middle of the large, empty, and vacant mall. The way Jaemin's heart fluttered and his neck heat up.

He was confused. He didn't know this strange awkwardness. And yet he did, and he was comfortable with it.

So when Mark's face lit up at Jaemin's confirmation that he could stay in the mall and did not have to enter the stores, that warm feeling in his chest brought him back.

Back to a green field where the sun would beat down on Jaemin's face and the grass would tickle at his exposed skin. Where the sun would blind him behind closed eyelids and a smile would play upon his lips as a shadow would protect him from the sun. Opening his eyes, a dark figure looked over him, the sun framing his face and yet-

-and yet Jaemin could not make out a thing except that this person was home to him.

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