No One Leaves // MinWon
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"Mingyu-a..."
'Hmm?'
"Remember when you were with me on the second day of the concert and didn't reach out to me.. Do you remember? I tried to reach out to you but you pulled your hand back."
Mingyu took a deep breath when he remembered what he had done. At that time, he was filled with the moodiness and anger of rejection. He had acted childishly.
"Don't do it again. It hurt like when I lost my mother. Don't let go of my hand again."
Mingyu swallowed hard. He immediately wrapped his arms around him tighter. When he snuggled up to his neck, he immediately nodded his head in a shy manner.
'I promise, hyung.'
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