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Jisung pushes past the lump in his throat, horrified by how weak his voice sounds when he speaks. “Why—why did you take me in?” He omits the second part of it. Can’t bring himself to ask if Seungmin will walk through that door to see him having a meal with Minho. It makes him feel dirty—because he can’t fully stomp down the part of him that secretly, guiltily wishes for that to happen. “Was I supposed to leave you to be carried away by the storm?” On any other day, Jisung would easily answer no. Minho is kindhearted. Always has been. Even if their friendship had gone to shit, Minho wouldn’t let him suffer. He’d do that for anyone, even a stranger. Except now Jisung thinks he’s worse than a stranger. And Minho’s eyes tell him maybe he’s regretting his decision to take him in. - - - or: A storm brings Jisung face to face with a piece of his past.

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