..-. ..-.-.. / - - . | find me (minsung)

Found you.

The sky skips above him, a light flashing thru the dark. The possibility of rain presses itself harder against him. He carries forward, breath heavy in his ears. The trees towered over him, like they were watching him move. The ground felt like it was weeping, with how wet it was.

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Jisungs heart thrumped inside of his ribs. It was getting harder to breathe. His body was slowing, his bones felt like they weighed a ton. Hide and seek. Hide and seek. Hide and seek. Thunder lowly growled in his ears.

Bodies with no faces. No names. He couldn't remember them. Any of them. Who were they? Those kids from way back then. Their laughter burned in his ears, richoeting years across the surface of the trees all around him. His tongue felt heavy, like it knew something he didn't.

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In the summer of some unknown year, Han jisung was playing hide and seek with a group of children in the camp. He wasn't the youngest, but he wasn't the oldest either. He remembers looking up to the older kids with awe and envy.

He wanted to be like them. Strong and cool and grown up. They were nice, and they played the game with him. jisung always knew where to look, he was the best seeker, bc he followed his gut. He was the best seeker out of all of them bc he found him. The camera bursts into static.

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The name rips from his mouth before jisung even knew where it came from, but as soon as the sound left him, he remembered. "Lee Minho." He's known him. He's always known him. Lee minho from summer camp who he's lost touch with all these years.

Memory throws him overboard into the ocean and Jisung feels soaked to the bone with recognition. His feet some to a stop just at the edge of a clearing, near the edge of a large swimming lake. The camera is swallowed up with static, noise erupting from the old mic.

Everything clicks into place. He feels weightless, all of the sudden, like his soul had been baptized. The first few drops of rain hit his face, and then the sky starts pouring down on him and the forest. He blinks hard against it, staring out into the dark, open clearing.

As quickly as he blinks, the ground becomes slick with mud patches. He walks forward, his heart galloping In his chest. His gut urges him deeper into the clearing. He knows where to look. He's always been good at being the seeker. Doe eyes blink away rain, and then.

A pile of rotten leaves and sticks catch his attention. There, his gut whispers and his pulse rabbits against his neck. He rushes to the area, and doesn't hesitate as he digs his hands into the earth. The rain helps him, aiding him as he upheavals piles of debris.

Strangely, the world had no sound. The rain made no noise, even though jisung could tell it was thundering above him. There was no sound of the leaves crunching under his hands. There was nothing. And then, there was his hand finding something cold. Firm. Frozen.

He digs faster and faster, tossing earth carelessly around him. His body shakes terribly, his fingers feel so stiff they hurt. The sky cries and cries for him, until finally, finally, finally, jisung sees a face. Matted with mud and dust, yet, still full. Untouched by time.

Jisung stares down at the man in the hole. Dark chestnut brown hair. Long eyelashes. An old red and white 90's sports jersey clung to his torso, complete with an old, ratty pair of jeans. Mud clung to parts of his cold, frozen face. With shaking fingers, jisung reaches over.

Brushes the pads of them along his cold cheekbone. Earthworms clung to parts of his hair. Jisng's lips tremble, and then they part.

"Lee Minho."

The camera screams alive.

And lee minho opens his eyes.