A shortstory/oneshot collection of Nomin centered around different plot lines.
BOOK 1 of NCT Onshots/shortstories
STARTED- June, 2022
ENDED- August, 2022
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A/n: This is going to be the tenth story for REIGN OF FLAMES.
Also, this chapter is very sensitive and it is not intended to hurt anyone.
Snow was falling hard. Roofs of the cottages looked like sparkly white blankets.
Jeno was sat in front of the kitchen window with a cup of half filled tea between his gloved hands.
He took a sip and looked outside at the white landscape...the landscape where he grew up and lived his whole life.
It was a very beautiful valley. Houses were built in circles with community parks in between. These parks were usually covered with lush greenery and crystal blue waterfalls. But as it was winter season, trees were bare and waterfalls were frozen.
People from the valley rarely went to the cities. They made their living through tourism and other businesses that didn't require them to go out of their birthplace.
Jeno was one of those people who never went out. His life didn't revolve around richness to the brim but he was able enough to support himself and his family.
His house overlooked a scenic park, the very park that had so many happy and melancholic memories of him and Jaemin.
Jeno let out a small smile when a certain memory of Jaemin knocked the doors of his mind.
Back when they were eighteen, Jaemin used to leave letters inside the hollow of a particular oak tree in that park. With a big torchlight in his hand and discreet footsteps Jeno used to fetch it out from there and replace it with his own letter.
Jeno used to blush at the poetic words. It was the way how Jaemin professed his love. He wasn't a person of saying those words face to face but he liked expressing it through little actions.
The park had so many memories that Jeno found it hard to count. Their first kiss was under the same tree on a wintery day like this. Jeno proposed to Jaemin in the same place and similar weather.
They promised to grow old together.
"Dad, Papa is calling for you." Yoonjae, Jeno's and Jaemin's son came down the stairs with his own daughter in his arms.
Yoonjae is twenty seven years old. His wife worked in the city while he stayed with his parents and his daughter. He took over the family business after Jeno passed it to him.
"Did he take the medicines after breakfast?" Jeno got up from the chair and fetched his walking stick that was rested on the counter.
