They were old photos, they were his encapsulated memories, just by looking at them he relived a life that he had been hiding for years.
Estimated reading time: 23 minutes.
Word count: 4,678
TW: Domestic Violence, Homophobia.
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[Apart from that notice that I thought it necessary to give you, thank you for the support you have given me, the truth is this is a story that took me practically a day to create (including editing the photos) and that emerged after watching Call Me By Your Name and Until We Meet Again. I didn't expect that there were really people who would like it, thank you very much ('。＿。 ｀) love y'all.]
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"Daughter, hand me that box that's next to you." The girl took a gray metal box and held it out to her father. "Thank you dear," she smiled at him; he opened the box and his expression changed instantly.
The little girl, seeing that her father had become quite absorbed, she approached to see what he was paying so much attention to.
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"Who is he?" Doyoung woke up from his world and looked up from him.
"A friend I had back then."
"Oh... and where is he?" She asked innocently. Doyoung just smiled and put the photo aside.
"Go help Mom," he gently squeezed her cheeks and his daughter laughed and then left the room.
He took the box back in his hands and under a small book he found a couple more photos.
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" "Hyung, Yoonoh is going to take a picture of us.
"Okay, hey Yoon- * flash * ... oh."
"Hyung..." Doyoung laughed.
"Sorry," he smiled at him.
"It seems it went well," the younger one approached.
"We will know when it is revealed."
"Don't worry." He ruffled Taeyong's hair. "You always do well."
"Leave my hair alone," he said as he shook his head, supposedly combing his hair.
"Mmmh..." he approached the older one and ruffled his hair again.
"Yah~" they laughed. "Let's not set up scenes in front of Yoon... oh... Yoonoh?" They both searched around with their eyes until they found the minor.
He was a few meters away from them, taking photos.
"In front of Yoonoh?" He asked mockingly.
"He's close," he complained.
"Come on." He took his wrist and started toward the edge of the dock.
"Don't take me in front of people," Taeyong complained, as he stumbled after him.
"I don't care about people."
"Doyoung..." They both sat on the shore.
"I like the way you look when the wind is against your face." Taeyong fixed a couple of strands and turned the other way. He looked into his eyes and smiled at him.
"Hyungs!"
"We should go back," Taeyong said as they both got up and walked back. "
Doyoung inadvertently had a smile tattooed on his face.
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Just letting you know that all the photos are edited by me, so if you wanna find them you can search my pinterest account @skybluesparkles and look for the board "<3" You can download the photos there >ㅅ<
