Ice cream.
It was always one of Minho's favourites, and "their", favourite as well.
Though "they", we're always a bit picky.
Minho wasn't, yet he still remember the exact order "they", would give every time.
From the flavour to the topping to the condiments and even the cone.
Mango, yellow
Coconut, white
and chocolate syrup, brown.
And when "they", felt like it, a few sprinkles right up-top.
Minho struggled to get the colour to blend in right, the brown mixed in with the yellow creating a bit of a mess but Minho still continued.
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Fanfiction["These paintings are my story, for me to tell and for you to see] ↳In which he goes back through his paintings and revives the moments long gone.
