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 looked at the box, noticed there was an envelope, and opened it.
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Behind the last one there was something written.
"I revealed the last photos recently. I would have mailed it to you, but it sure was opened by your father before you, so I sent it to you with Yoonoh. Always love You. –Bubu. "
He sighed wistfully, those photos never touched the light enough to fade and were kept in perfect condition.
He noticed that there was only one photo left in the box next to him.
It was somewhat worn, he had carried it in his wallet for a while.
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" "Let's take a picture," Taeyong nodded and looked towards the camera. "Hyung..."
"Call me babe..." Doyoung understood why he was asking him that, they already knew what was going on between them, they had to break up and this would probably be the last time they would see each other.
"Babe..."
"Tell me, honey."
"Come with me to bed," they both got up and went to lie down. "I love you," he said before going over to kiss the older man. He moved his lips slowly, trying to make the moment last as long as he could and leave his lips etched in his memory.
His heart clenched tightly as he realized that he could never be with Taeyong by his side again, that the world they both created would no longer exist.
"I love you too," Taeyong hugged Doyoung tightly and hid his face in him.
"Are you crying? He asked, feeling how he was breathing hard. "Baby..." He gently stroked his back as he kissed his head.
"I-I don't want to..."
"Me neither," he sighed and tightened his hug. "Neither do I..." Little tears rolled down his cheekbones.
"Sweetie, please... never forget that... never forget that I will always love you, okay?"
