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He cried... || Minsung

He cried... || Minsung

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A stranger just comes up to you. He stood their for a solid second and the next moment was he had tears sliding through his two puffed out cheeks. Why? Just why did he cry? Did he just cry because I was too ugly!? ...But it didn't seem that way... ...It was as if he was crying for me. ...But I don't even know him... Two young boys underwent a car crash. The older one held the younger boy in his arms, protecting the younger one. While the older one just lost his life, just in that split second. Jisung, who was the younger boy had now grown up. One day, he finds this stranger so familiar, yet he doesn't know why or how so. Is their life perhaps connected? Or is it all just a coincidence?
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Rain was dripping from his soaked brown hair and his eyes darted through the night, landing on Jisung's face. Time seemed to stand still and the rain was falling in slow motion as he kept staring at the boy he once loved more than anything in this whole world. His chest was aching every time he inhaled, making his lungs hurt as if someone pushed his head under water. "Isn't that what your family wanted?" He turned to Jisung's parents. "Seeing my family dead, isn't that what you bastards wanted?", he yelled and pointed at them with the golf club in his hands. He didn't see Jisung come closer, but he felt Jisung's arms around him, and he felt the hard ground push the air out of his lungs as soon as they both hit the cold, wet concrete. A harsh sting rushed through his shoulder and he let out a pain inflicted groan, forcing him to let go of the golf club in his hand. "I'm sorry", he heard Jisung mumble above him and felt Jisung's palm on his chest, pressing his upper body to the ground. The rain was coming down on his face mercilessly, blurring his vision once again. "I'm really sorry", he heard him say continuously. Sirens were coming closer and Minho closed his eyes, letting tears roll down his wet cheeks. ••• pictures edited by me. the story isn't connected to my "just pretend" minsung one-shot :) possible triggers: violence, alcohol, manipulation, cursing, mention of blood and injuries, light choking and bondage, there's gonna be smut, death, mention of mental health (might add more as i'm writing this, just know there will be heavy topics, please only read this story if you feel comfortable and safe enough to do so. and don't forget, this story and its characters are all imaginary)

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