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"Who's Chanmi?" He asks almost too quiet, the loud pouring water louder than his whisper. But Mingi hears. Yunho can't help but remember Mingi's loud words directed to Yeosang about his sister. 

"Yeosang's sister." Mingi mutters, pulling back the plastic he tied around Yunho's arm to wash his gash, the stitches close to being pulled out from the intense activity prior. "Speaking of Yeosang, I'll get him to stitch this back up, they did a fucking awful job-"

"Mingi just answer me, I'm not jealous, I know she's dead." He says with a straight face, wincing as Mingi presses against the stitches in his arm. Since it was a hole straight through, the stitches are on both sides, so Mingi turns it over, running over the much better suture work on the side the blade exited. 

"Chanmi was a fiesty one, definitely related to Yeosang." He laughs lightly, covering up Yunho's stitches once more with the makeshift plastic wrap and pulled him close to his chest. "I was gay, always was, so no I didn't love her like that." He ends sadly, sliding his hand to rest on Yunho's hip, and Yunho looks at his closed eyes. Due to their similar height, Yunho doesn't have to look up to see the pain this conversation brought upon him. 

"You don't have to-"

"No it's okay, you deserve to know, about everything. It's the least I can do for you." Mingi opens his eyes then, and looks into Yunho's own. Breathing lightly, he continues to say what he can, his eyes orbs shaking in the dim light from the bathroom, on the verge of tears. Yunho wouldn't dare comment on that, though. "This was during that time where I did whatever the fuck I wanted. I still do, but the things I wanted back then were different. I hated the fact that my mother left me, that I killed the only family I had left with a fucking piece of wood. Despite knowing how much I hated my father, I still slowly became him." 

Yunho hums lightly, understanding his past so much more clearly now that the missing pieces began to fill in. Rather than pity him, he simply felt sad he had to endure all that pain. Besides, he is still so young, Yunho can't even fathom that much trauma in such a short lifetime. 

"Anyway I found Yeosang since he used to sell drugs, and his sister was there with him one day. I knew he was a doctor but he wasn't getting a lot of money since he was still in medical school, so I paid a lot. I had a lot to spare, still do. Well Chanmi took a liking to me, she was only a couple years younger, just turned sixteen. She was pretty really, what would you expect she's related to Yeosang." Yunho slapped his chest lightly at that comment, and it gave Mingi a chance to try and force the tears to stop for a moment. 

"But I was fucking dumb, Yunho.  I brought Yeosang and Chanmi back to my new base, out in Nebraska, and we did a lot of drugs that night. Chanmi was in love with one of my members practically at first sight, Kai. So ever since that night she'd hang out around us, sometimes Yeosang would tow along, but oftentimes he was busy with medical school. I was shocked I even talked to him, fucking nerd." He smiles as one tear slides down his cheek, Yunho is quick to wipe it even if the water cascading on them does it for him. 

"What went wrong?" Yunho finds himself asking, still pressed against him, listening intently to his gravely voice at an optimal volume for so late into the night. If it wasn't such an emotional story, Yunho can see himself drifting off to his tone in an instant.

"Well Chanmi and I became best friends, she would tell me about school, and she would somehow never fail to manipulate me into taking her everywhere I went. When she wasn't making out with Kai on a fucking tree stump, she'd be glued to my side, ready to 'fight bad guys' as she would say." The fondness dripped off of his tongue, and Yunho winced at how pure their relationship was. Yunho looks back at Mingi with dancing eyes, showing how much he sympathizes.

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