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~dear, seungmin~[1]

Description: Seungmin is restrictive, dismissive..he just likes to keep to himself. He developed a seriously guarded personality shaped by his trauma. What happens to the strong mindset he build, when he meets someone the exact opposite to himself. Someone who reminds him of someone from his past.

Authors Note: Hey Lovelies..This story is unfortunally still in the writing stage, but I have a few chapters that are done now, and I'm hoping publishing them with push me to finish..becuase this story is really good so far.

Disclaimer!! This story has strong themes..death, mentions of suicide, panic attacks/anxiety..(I'll add more if they appear) So please be cautious while reading, if any of these are trigger for you. There is fluffy hidden under all the angst I promise!!

Word Count: Undetermined (Still writing🫣)

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Dear Mom and Dad, June 3rd, 2024

In my life, people come, and people go. Some stick around, and some fade into nothing but memories. I've gotten used to the thought of people leaving. It's almost second nature not to get attached or simply feel anymore.

Because they could get ripped from you at any moment, it could happen now, when you least expect it. I know this; it's been etched into my mind, burned into my brain. I'm accustomed to it. The thought has become the only one I knew, the only tune I heard. 

But then why...why are you any different?? Why can't I shut off these feelings?? Why can't I shove them down, somewhere deep in me, and ignore them?? Why are you all I think about?? Why do I forget everything I spent years teaching myself when I'm with you??

Why??

Dear Mom and Dad, I think I'm falling in love.

Sincerely your son,

Seungmin

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September 11th, 2023: 4:34 pm.

"Hi, Dad," Seungmin said as he walked into the room, letting his bookbag fall down his arm as he closed the door behind him. He threw it in the chair, wrapping around the bed, and opened the curtains, brightening the dimed room.

He focused on the counter below the window, removing the withered flowers and throwing them into the wastebasket. "Remind me to get you more of these," he said, emptying the vase.

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Kim Seungmin was always a happy kid. He had the best childhood, an only child surrounded by so much love from his parents. It was filled with so much love, laughter, and happiness, with the safety and nurturing that every growing boy needed. His parents were his everything; they were all he needed in life, just knowing they were there by his side.

To read his favorite stories, make his favorite foods, or scare away the imaginary monster he crafted in his young mind. His life was happy; everything was great until he turned eight, and the laughter..the happiness..the love he was smothered with halted—to a complete stop.

The age he lost his mother.

Much like anyone who ever lost a parent, especially a younger child who doesn't even know what the concept of death meant, he initially found it hard to cope. He grew quiet, completely contrasting to the lively Seungmin everyone knew to love, trying to understand what it meant not to have his mother with him anymore.