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.
He put the photo aside and took another in his hands.
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" "Are you sure you're not models?"
"They would pay us well, what do you think, Doyoung? Do we become models?"
"Let's see, pose." "
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It was more deteriorated and worn than the other one, and as much as he regretted that that photo he treasured so much was like this, he did not regret having made it look that way.
It was one of his favorite photos and he didn't have it saved like the others so it wouldn't get stained, he had it on his desk, to see it every time he was there.
" "They look like more actors than models.
"Come on, it was a beautiful photo in the same way."
"Let's go inside, there's not much left to do out here," all but Taeyong and Doyoung entered, who walked to the railing.
"Do not drink too much."
"Why?"
"You know what happens when you drink."
"I know what happens when I drink." he brought one of his hands to the youngster's face and gently ran his fingers over it.
"Let's go inside," Doyoung said as he separated the contact between them and then walked into the house. "
"I'm stupid," he chuckled bitterly.
He ran his fingers over the photo, outlining the older one's body and snorted.
Has Taeyong found someone? He asked himself, he hoped he was being happy with someone else, but deep down inside he wished he was waiting for him with open arms.
Although he knew that was impossible, being he who had damaged him.
