ghost of you || minsung

- 8 - Fennel -

Cleaning up today

Chan had arrived at eight in the morning, precisely. Jisung hadn't been awake, because it was a Sunday and he needed his sleep. But his friend had insisted on dragging him out of bed to help him and his husband move from their flat and into a house. As much as he whinged and complained for the entire journey, Jisung was glad to have something to occupy his time with. At least he wasn't alone.

The colour scheme in Jeongin and Chan's apartment wouldn't be called cohesive by anybody. The walls were a curious shade of faded mint green, the furniture was yellow and pink and the décor was all over the place to say the least.

Jisung thought it was homely. Minho thought it looked like cat litter.

The boy was almost sad to see it go, he had so many memories in this house. Not all of them good, albeit. But every single one had shaped him. Every single one was important. Especially the ones that involved Minho.

A/N - Stan Lee was an incredible human being and an icon, I am so sad to see him gone.