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every few nights Jisung and Minho hookup, they kiss, they laugh, makeout, touch. But every morning after, Minho is gone, no trace, no note, he doesn't acknowledge what they have done- refuses too. Jisung tries to speak with him? Suddenly he has to go check the cats waterbowl, jisung as much as mentions it? Suddenly he has the memory of a 82 year old great grandpa with dementia. No matter what jisung tries to do, Minho acts like it never happens, jisung feels like he's insane. Wonders if he imagined it all, if he dreamed it, if he accidentally miscounted his anxiety pills and popped the entire bottle.
(this entire story is basically just a excuse to write kinky smutt and angsty shit( soft launching my kinks yess love that, haha )