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Little Dark Age

Title: Little Dark Age
Genre: angst, hurt-comfort, non-idol au
Lenght: 3333 words
Written: August 4, 2024
Published: August 7, 2024

Top: Minho
Bottom: Seungmin

TW: depression, mental health struggles, suicidal thoughts, emotional distress, discussion of past trauma

A/N: if you see some grammar/vocabulary errors please let me know because English is not my first language.

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Seungmin lay in bed, surrounded by the silence of the dimly lit room. The ambient lighting cast a soft, muted glow that painted gentle shadows across the walls, creating an atmosphere that was both calming and melancholic.

Seungmin's breathing was slow and measured, each inhale and exhale was a deliberate attempt to find some sort of comfort. Yet, despite the calmness of the room, he felt an undercurrent of profound sadness. His mind drifted through memories of past struggles with depression, each memory seemed to blend seamlessly into his present state. The room, with its serene appearance, felt like a paradox-a safe haven that was simultaneously a reminder of the emotional weight he carried.

His thoughts winded through the labyrinth of his past, where the scars of previous traumas still lingered. The present moment felt like an extension of those troubled days, an endless echo that never fully faded.

As he lay there, the darkness seemed to hold him in a tight embrace, both offering refuge and emphasizing his isolation. Despite the soft lighting and the calm that should have provided solace, he felt trapped in an emotional cage.

Meanwhile, Minho sat quietly in the living room, the dim lighting barely illuminating his concerned expression. The soft hum of the apartment was punctuated only by the faint sounds of Seungmin's breathing from the bedroom. The older's eyes darted occasionally towards the bedroom door, a subtle frown creasing his forehead as he wrestled with his own helplessness.

He knew something was off with his boyfriend. The once vibrant spark in his eyes had dulled, replaced by a distant, melancholic gaze that seemed to peer into an abyss only the younger could see. Despite the warmth and safety of their shared space, a palpable tension lingered in the air.

Minho's heart ached with worry. He wanted to close the gap that seemed to have widened between them, to offer comfort and support. Yet, each time he reached out, the latter pulled back, retreating into a private world where he could not follow. It wasn't that Seungmin didn't trust him; it was more that he was unable or unwilling to articulate the depth of his inner struggles.

Minhos prevented from pressing too hard, afraid that pushing Seungmin would only drive him further into his shell. Instead, he tried to be a quiet presence, hoping that his steady support would eventually coax Seungmin into opening up. He would make tea, leave small notes of encouragement, and offer silent companionship, all while carefully navigating the fragile terrain of Seungmin's emotional state.

As the evening wore on, he remained vigilant, listening to the subtle shifts in the younger's breathing, the occasional rustle of the sheets. He knew that all he could do was be there, ready to catch Seungmin if he ever chose to lean on him. The weight of the situation hung heavily on Minho's shoulders, but he bore it with patience and love, determined to weather the storm with Seungmin, even if it meant standing at a respectful distance, waiting for the moment when Seungmin felt ready to share his burdens.

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The apartment was quiet, save for the faint rustle as Minho tidied up the living room. Seungmin had stepped out for a walk, leaving the older alone with his thoughts and the lingering unease that had settled in their home. As he moved a stack of old books, an old, worn-out notebook slipped out from underneath and fell to the floor. He picked it up, noticing the faded cover and the pages yellowed with time. He hesitated, recognizing it as the younger's diary from years past.