-MINSUNG ‼️
Jisung and Minho both stuggle with the loss of someone special, when they meet at a group therapy session, they begin searching for ways to feel alive. unbeknownst to them, they both have secrets..
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"welcome everybody to our first meeting, i'm Carlos i'm sorry you guys are here, but i'm still happy to have you here on this journey of healing here at the saemunan church healing therapy group, why don't we go around the circle and tell each other a bit about ourselves and why we're here?"
the guide sat down, allowing anyone to talk when they were ready to unleash the horrific grief held inside of them. the chilly white room, with windows that let in the tiniest bit of sunlight, and concrete floors, held no comfort for any of them, regardless of the fact that they would never be comfortable, since they were all here for the same reason.
loss.
the loss of someone important, special, significant in their life. whether it be family, friends, lovers.. they all felt the same.
angry, sad and lost.
"i'll go first.." a girl who looked to be in her 30s spoke, tightening her coat around her body before beginning to speak again.
"i'm Niran, i lost my sister a few weeks ago.. her name was Kasem, she-" she sucked in a deep breath. "she drowned.. she was surfing and she drowned. she had always loved surfing, so she went to Popoyo for a competition.. it started raining and a wave took her out, usually she was good at getting herself out of those situations... but this time she just couldn't."
Minho was listening intently to the lady next to him, with a deadpanned face. he was sad for her, but how could he show it? he's come to show no emotion through his face, people always reading him like a damn book, and forcing themselves into his emotions, trying to tell him that they 'get how he feels' or that theyre 'so so sorry', when in reality, who really cares?
so many people say they feel bad, then they turn away and forget about it. you don't feel bad, you just don't know what to say.
Minho spaced out, getting so angry with his thoughts while staring at the person sitting across from him in the circle of cold metal chairs, the boy, who looked maybe in his twenties, was staring at him now with a pretty confused look as to why this random man was staring at him, looking like he was going to charge at him like a animal would to it's prey. Minho diverted his eyes else where, not wanting to scare him any longer.
"lets move down the circle shall we? would you care to go next?" pointing his hand at Minho, the guide only stared at him with a pity look.
