Memento Mori

Memento Mori

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Prologue: It was a cold day of winter when they met. It was when Jimin lost something, but gained something else. It was when Jin found him dancing in the snow; it was when Jin found a stranger and made him feel safe in his arms. On that winter, when the snow fell, and the skies cried silver tears, they found each other and they didn't want to let go anymore. A/n: I am sorry in advance for this, but my feels right now are really angsty. This will probably remind you of the 'The Most Beautiful Moments in Life' trilogy because the feels hit me and they hit me hard, but it's all jumbled up with my own ideas so even if they look the same it's not. This is marked with trigger warning because it mentions rape and suicide, somewhere in future chapters it will have some smut but really soft smut, so I think it's okay to read, but still I marked it just in case. And since there aren't enough Jinmin fanfics out there, and also because how can you not ship it, I wrote this, I don't know how long this will be but I hope you will enjoy reading it!
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"One cold morning, I asked the person behind me a question. He looked up to me- before he was swept looking at the cold, freezing and beautiful scenery-, he was profusely confused but wanting to know the answer. I walked off ignoring his pleads, with laughter. All of my winter mornings, changed after I met him. Every time we meet, every time we started a random conversations, every time he greets me with a simple 'hello'. Those memories are frozen in, waiting for the day spring appears to melt it. When my heart softens with a quiet, yet pressing, thump." ~winter mornings

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