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Lee Minho. There he stands, in all his grown-up glory—ten years older, wide eyes, shocked by Jisung"s presence.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asks, still stuck in a tight embrace with Jisung.
"Trip down memory lane, I guess."Call it a mid-life crisis or a desperate need for vacation, Jisung embarks on a road trip, and finds himself back in the town where he grew up. Gut filled with a nasty concoction of nostalgia.
And there he is, Minho—the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
Jisung decides to stay, turn some pebbles, and unearth old memories.
(Hey Minho, I know I haven’t seen you for a decade, but would you like to go with me?)
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City lights flicker weakly in the distance, like brushstrokes in the background of a painting, highlighting the main subject that sits in the darkness with a pained look in his eyes, the untold kind of pain.
“This is what it’s like to assume your past experiences prepare you for the future. It’s nothing but an illusion.”
Minho’s throat feels clogged up now, no words making it past his lips. There’s pain in his own lungs, taking up the space of all the air. And he wishes he can escape the feeling, but Jisung, for the first time, doesn’t look away from him as he talks, doesn’t try to hide the weight of his words or mask it behind an attempt at humor.
“Minho-ssi,” he near whispers, “do you know how I got injured?”
or: Minho and Jisung, and disasters you can"t see coming even if you prepare yourself for.
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How is Jisung even supposed to act? Minho probably has it all figured out. He knew where he was coming, after all. He knew that Jisung would be here. He was able to prepare himself. Jisung was blindsided.
He decides that he’ll do what he’s been doing all this time. Pretend Minho doesn’t exist to the best of his abilities and only interact with him when it’s strictly and professionally necessary.
He wishes they could be friends. He wishes they could go back to where they left off. But it’s been four long years of heartache, and Jisung just—can’t.
Minho doesn’t seem to feel the same way.
(Minho and Jisung signed the divorce papers more than three years ago when Minho packed his life into his suitcases and left—without Jisung. But when he walks through the doors of the Seoul National University Hospital again four years later, they will both be reminded that a signature doesn’t always mean the end.)
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This isn"t happening, is the first thought that Jisung has. It just couldn"t be.
He blinks. Gawks. He even pinches the loose skin inside his elbow—a little too hard, frankly, and he lets out a wince for it.
The scene in front of him refuses to change.
Being witness to the sight of his boyfriend straddling another man in the passenger seat of the car they technically share; their mouths on, and their hands all over each other, visible even through the semi-tinted windows was not a part of the plan.
Jisung momentarily feels deprived of air; his thoughts go blank and he has no idea what to do, or how he"s supposed to act. He stands there, in the parking lot, and he just gawks.
“What the fuck,” a voice says from somewhere behind him.
That"s right, he thinks. What the fuck?!
(the one in which minho and jisung, once high school friends, catch their boyfriends with each other, sending them off on an impromptu trip together, one that quickly becomes a journey of self-reflection and reconnection.)
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- Part 1 of One Spark
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“Did you write those songs yourself?”
Jisung startles so hard he nearly drops the guitar. “What are you doing here?”
“That surprised to see me?”
“Surprised I didn"t hear your cloven hooves trampling children"s dreams on your way in.”
(or, a you"ve got mail au)