A/N Apparently I lied about the previous one being the last chapter for a while. We got snowed in, so I ended up writing more. Again, I'm posting this before editing it, so ignore my mistakes with spelling or the time-line.
WARNING ⚠️ This chapter goes from blissful to devastating. (And then back to blissful)
August 2031
Jeongin ran into the apartment excitedly.
"Hyung! Look, look!" He said, holding up his new phone. "I bought it myself." He laughed proudly, knowing he sounded childish.
"Wah! Daebak!" (Wow. Awesome.) Minho smiled, feeling proud too.
Jeongin went to the table and started unboxing it happily. "What are you making hyung?" He asked.
"Kimchibeokkumbap." Minho hummed. "Come here. I'll teach you."
"I know how already." Jeongin replied.
"No, you know how to make it the way Chan hyung makes it." Minho laughed.
"Is that way wrong?" Jeongin asked.
"Yes."
"What's the right way?"
"Eomma's way." Minho chuckled.
Jeongin got up and stood beside Minho.
"Sesame oil first." Minho said as he poured it in.
Jeongin nodded. "Oh. Chan hyung uses vegetable oil."
"That's wrong." Minho said.
"Oh." Jeongin hummed. He watched and listened carefully as Minho instructed him. "Hyung, did Eomma teach you how to cook?"
Minho nodded and smiled.
"Do you have any stories?" Jeongin asked.
Jeongin seemed to always like to hear stories. Probably because he grew up with Chan, and Chan talked so much.
Minho sighed... "About what?"
"About Eomma and Appa. I like hearing stories about them." Jeongin said.
Minho looked over at him. He was cute. The kind of cute that made you fold.
~Memory of summer 2004~
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