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Love ???

It was quiet...

Too quiet. Minhos bed was neatly made, his stuff completely gone as if he was a ghost that was never there. The room didn't feel the same. Dal was looking up at Jisung with sad eyes before sniffing the bedframe Minho used, then meowing as if she was sad he wasn't here. The male pet her gently scratching behind her ears, earning content purs, enough to satisfy the felines attention.

"I'm sorry Dal. I'm sure there is a good reason he left you here."

He had to be right. Minho took everything with him but Dal and the satchel. The same satchel he snapped at Felix for touching. Jisung wondered why it seemed inportant than but now he left it.

Would it be okay to see why it was important? He knew he shouldn't be looking in it. But the temptation was killing him and curiosity killed the cat or in this case a concerned squirrel.

Jisung picked up the bag looking at how worn out it was. The leather deteriating, the strap coming apart. The golden buttons rusted. He had it for a long time written on the strap it was worn out permanent marker

'to my son'

Why was it so important because of his parents? He was abused yet he kept this with him this whole time? Where did it ever go wrong? There was so many questions unanswered. Minhos and Felixs background is beyond what most people could imagine.

Flipping open the satchel, Jisung found 3 sketchbooks, a few papers, and a photo.

He looked at the sketch books first. There was beautiful sketches of the Han river, the namsan tower, the clubs, parks, selfportraits of Felix, Seungmin... Even some of himself. He chuckled seeing the one where he razzed him about staring at the younger. The same day he found out that he carried razors. The same night he could have taken his own life.

'You sleep soundly, I hope they are sweet dreams.' was written in chicken scratch above the drawing. Flipping through more pages were poems, quotes and words. Some extremely dark and some rhythmically beautiful if they were sang.

  'What do I live for?' Another quote written, with a date 05/18. There was no year written. Flipping through everythjng none of them had years. But if Jisung had to guess some were old, maybe dating back to his early youth and teenage years.

Jisung finally looked at the photo. It was when the pair of siblings were younger, it was tattered, the edges bent, and creases in the photos. Minho was holding Felix in his arms with a smile widely, Felix with his eyes closed just a small baby. His what looks to be his parents were also in the photo. A younger woman long dark wavy hair pinned up, an older male who was well dressed in a suit. 

"These were our parents. I was 5 months old..." Felix stated sitting beside the male grabbing the photo from his hands.

"Minho was cute when he was younger. He grew up well." Jisung whispered.

"His personality didn't tho. When he were younger he was always smiles, joking and funny. You wouldn't believe this is the same guy now." Felix explained with a sad smile. Silence only grew over the two in the room that felt cold. Jisung barely slept now a days, without Minho it didn't feel right.

"He always protected me. By the time I was 3, he was taking care of me since then." Continuing his story. His voice low and breathy.

"He left this here..." Jisung stated. "It has to mean he won't be gone forever."

"Maybe. My brother is pretty unperdictable." Felix laughed pulling another photo out.

It was an older one. With Felix maybe being 5 years old and Minho was 7. He no longer had that smile, nor did Felix. Minhos eyes looked dark, glossed. His mothers hair was shorter, she looked high, his father lounging in ripped sweaters and a tattered muscle tank. Feintly could you see bruising long Minhos arms.