𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗋 | 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀

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I'll gather my memories one by one
And cherish them in my heart
Your scent became the wind and flew far away
I'll remember it forever

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⇅ Present time, 3 years after jisungs disappearance. ⇅

Years had passed, and life went on.

The time after the 'Meteor Shower' was spend in agony, no one seemed to be alive anymore.

Jisungs mother, his friends, minho, minhos parents.

Everyone was broken.

3 years later and Minho still didn't allow himself to move on.

Of course, he was extremely thankful for what the younger did, but if he could turn back time, he'd do it without any other thought.

The book was burned.

Chan made sure to destroy all the copies that were spread around the world.

There was no way he would let it happen again.

Minho had all of jisungs drawings in his room, all in a frame, decorating his room.

He treasured them. He loved them like he was the one who'd spend hours making sure every little detail was perfect. He loved them like he'd loved the painter.

He also had the same white box in his closet, full of pictures of Jisung.

Even some of them together.

Minho didn't have the courage to look at them. He had the urge, everyday, to pick it up and see the younger's face for the first time ever, but he didn't want to.

He didn't want to see Jisung in some stupid pictures. He wanted to see his Jisung standing in front of him and smiling like Minho had always imagined him to.

It was currently 3pm and Minho was getting ready to go and teach his afternoon dance class.

Another thing that Jisung suggested.

In the box, there were plenty of letters. One specifically was written about minhos future.

I know how much you love dancing, so why don't you try opening your own studio? You could teach children! Or even adults!

He would lie if he said he did it for himself.

A bigger part of him did it for Jisung.

He sighed, walking out of his house and to the dance studio.

"Hey min!" Felix greeted, walking up to his friend.

"Hey lix" the two of them had grown closer with the years going, so Minho offered a job as a teacher at his dance studio to Felix, who happily agreed.

He didn't have the person he loved the most with him, but at least he could do something that he loved.

☣︎☣︎☣︎

Minho ran a hand through his hair, picking up his backpack from where it was laying mindlessly in the floor and walking out of the studio, locking it afterwards.

Felix was already waiting for him outside.

"You cooking tonight?" The blonde questioned, receiving a nod in return.

He already knew that all of his friends would crush at his place to eat dinner, it's a thing they did very often.

They made their way over to minhos apartment, Felix telling him he was going to take a shower in his bathroom.

"Where's my baby?" Was the first thing changbin asked, as he also entered the apartment.

"You mean lix or the food?" Minho snickered, asking his short friend to try if the pasta was cooked correctly.

"Both, the pasta should stay some more though" he said, going to lie down on the couch in the living room.

Some minutes later felix had finished showering, as he comfortably took his place in changbins lap.

Seungmin and Hyunjin had also arrived, already bickering between each other on who should take the farthest seat in the dining room.

Chan was wordlessly doing something on his computer, and jeongin was attentively watching him.

Times like those felt as if everything was right.

But it wasn't.

Those were jisungs friends before they were his. It doesn't feel right without the younger by his side.

Minho hadn't even realized that he had cut himself with the knife, hissing as he put his finger under the water without much thought.

"Hey jeonginnie? Can you bring me a bandaid?" Minho called, receiving a 'yes hyung!' In return.

Jeongin walked into the kitchen while holding the said bandaid, carefully applying it, scared that he was going to hurt his friend.

"Thank you innie" the older patted his head, and jeongin smiled.

"Guys, set up the table!"

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