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JR.1 WELCOME HOME | LMH

PAIRINGS ➳ lee minho x gender-neutral reader (cora)

GENRE ➳ friends to lovers ◦ slow burn ◦ heavy angst ◦ horror ◦ psychological thriller ◦ fantasy ◦ slight humor ◦ ghosts ◦ will add more later!

WARNINGS ➳ mental issues (derealization) ◦ memory loss ◦ inappropriate language ◦ suggestive themes, but no smut ◦ death ◦ gore(?) ◦ smoking ◦ lots of drug and alcohol use ◦ cruel society ◦ adult life crisis ◦ bad life decisions ◦ religious themes ◦ class struggles ◦ hallucinations ◦ will add more later!

WC ➳ 3,000+

STATUS ➳ Ongoing.

ABOUT ➳ After dropping out of college, Cora returns home to their small town of Stormvillie with the hopes of reconnecting with their friends they left behind and resuming their carefree previous life. However, things have changed since then. Their friends have grown up and changed, and home seems different now. The wind is getting colder and the leaves are falling. As the night gets darker, strange things are happening.

And there's something in the woods.

NIGHT IN THE WOODS SERIES

CHARACTERS AND THEIR STORIES

Scott Street - Phoebe Bridgers started playing ...

Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger

With an open heart, open container

I’ve got a stack of mail and a tall can

It’s a shower bear, it’s a payment plan

Even though quitting college was the hardest decision I made, I was relieved to be back in my hometown. There I was on the train, listening to music and settled into my seat comfortably. I knew I had arrived in Stormville when I spotted the streets I knew so well and the cafe I used to go to every day when I was a teenager. As it reaches an intersection, a train blows its horn. Picking up my backpack and suitcase, I stood up from my seat and waited for the train doorway to slide open. I began to search around for my parents when I got off the train, but they weren't there. I sat down on the nearby bench to wait some more in case they hadn't arrived.

Well, this is great. I mean I didn’t expect a party or anything, but I figured someone would be here.

I reached into my backpack and took out the book I had brought from the city. Victoria Schwab’s City of Ghosts. My grandpa gave me this as a gift before he passed away, along with a touching note. This book was really special to me. I missed him a lot.

I cast a quick peek at the open train doors. I could have sworn there were plenty of people on the train, but it was entirely empty. It was really packed in the city two hours ago. Odd.

Once again, I did not see my parents when I looked up. They must have forgotten about me. Moreover, my phone just died. With a loud groan, I stood up from the bench, gathered my belongings, and headed to find the train station's exit. Looking to my left, I saw a janitor leaving the ticket counter with his toolbox, but I stopped him before he went anywhere.

“Hey, excuse me. Do you know where everybody is?”

"It’s 9:52. It’s closed," the janitor said. "And no one ever gets off the bus to Stormville nowadays." A loud notice stating that there would be a delay in the train from Stormville to the city. I suppose there was a breakdown. "Looks like I've got a job to do. See you around." He offered me a smile before entering the train to do his job. Looking up at the train station's building, I started noticing how much it had changed. The last time I visited, the trains weren't running well, and the ticket booths were abandoned.

I roamed around till I arrived at the playground, which was a spot I knew well. I rushed to play on the swings, experiencing a surge of nostalgia. Right as soon as I began to swing, I was taken back to the times when my friends and I would swing ourselves a little too high in the air and compete to see who could land the perfect jump. A chilly breeze blew in my face as I continued to swing higher and higher, moving my legs back and forth. I swung back, took my hands off from the chains, and jumped when I thought the moment was right for me to land. I was confident I would land perfectly on my feet this time, but instead I ended up on my knees, then my face on the rough mulch. With a sigh, I realized that no matter how hard I try, I won't ever be able to land on my feet and end up always hurting myself.

I laid there for a while. I rolled over so I could lie on my back and look at the dark blue sky with a large, beautiful moon. It felt strangely comfy, and I didn't want to get up, but I had a family to come home to. Just as I lifted myself off the ground, a flash of light shone on my face. I rubbed my eyes and glanced up to see my aunt standing there, still dressed in her police uniform, with a flashlight beaming on my face.

"Welcome home, Cora." Although Aunt shot me a blank look, I continued to send her a smile.

"Oh hey, Auntie. Been a while"

"Yup. And you’re still scurrying around like a cat." Shaking her head at me and letting out a sigh, she walked down the parking lot to her car. "Get in my car, it’s getting late." She shouted. I hurriedly got up, ran back to where my stuff was beside the swings, and made my way to her car.

A long, silent ride aside from a radio playing. I took a quick tour around her police patrol vehicle, noting the camera next to the rearview mirror, an MDT in front of the radio, and her walkie-talkie, which was still blaring. Afterwards, I cast a sidelong glance at her; she continued to give off a sense of severity that brought back memories of how I used to be scared of her. Because of this, it was difficult to try to get along with her. As we drove by, I gazed out the window, noticing the closed shops and lonely streets.

"Cora, why did you come back?" Her abrupt comments made me flinch, and I turned my head slightly in her direction. Aunt's expression remained fixed on the road.

“I just wanted to.”

“Oh. Alright.”

“...”

Here comes the awkward silence.

“Be careful around here this time.”

Nevermind.

“Okay? Thanks.”

"I'm serious," she replied, staring briefly at me before returning her attention to the road.

“Alright, alright. I heard you.”

“...”

“So–”

“We’re here.”

When she pulled into my driveway, I got out of the car right away. I stopped to wave her off and she grinned slightly. With a pout, I tilted my head and watched Aunt driving away. I shrugged and walked towards the front door of my house, ringing the doorbell. I crept to peer through the front door's window, and when I eventually caught a glimpse of my dad, I smiled broadly. I saw his stunned expression when he opened the door wide.

"Cora! Wasn't you supposed to come home tomorrow night?" Ah, I see why. I forgot he hardly remembers anything.

“No, dad. It was today. I kind of figured you’d forget.”

“Oh, darling, I am so sorry. Please come inside, it is really cold out.” Dad helped pick up your bags and brought them upstairs.

I was hit by a familiar aroma of cinnamon and vanilla as soon as I stepped into the house. Mom had to have lit that candle. There were still several framed pictures of me and my parents hanging on the wall beside the stairs. I glanced over to see the old television playing in the living room. Newspapers strewn out and a cup of tea on the wooden coffee table. I came to sit down on a couch to wait for my dad. After a while, he returned with another cup of tea and placed it gently in front of me.

"Be careful, kid. It's still really hot." He smiled warmly at me. I nodded, watching as the steam from my hot tea dissipated.

“Where’s Mom?”

"Oh, right! She's still working. You'll see her in the morning, so don't worry." Dad gave me a shoulder pat. With his tea in his other hand, he picked up his newspaper and started to read. It dawned on me that I was at last back home after spending two chaotic and busy years in a huge city. Although I had a good time, it wasn't where I wanted to be. I picked up my cup with care and sipped the tea before getting up to head to my room.

"I'm going to my room now. Thank you for the tea, Dad."

Again grinning, he looked up at me and said, "Alright! Have a pleasant dream, okay?" With a nod, I turned to head up the stairs. As I made my way to my room, I saw that it had a little whiteboard hung up and a door covered with stickers. "Not Here Anymore!" It read with a heart indented. I chuckled. It surprised me that it hadn't been erased yet.

I opened the door and there it was, my comfort zone. There were a few fairy lights and band posters hanging on the wall, along with an empty desk, a cleanly made bed with old white pillows and blue plaid sheets, and several books scattered all over the place. The tapestry of a skeleton over the desk is being used as a curtain to block the window. On the left, there's a record player on the top of the drawer and an abandoned acoustic guitar next to the mirror. Shutting the door, I hopped onto the bed. Not when I was lying in this extremely comfortable bed, did I feel the need to change clothing.

I rolled over in bed and examined every poster on the wall until my eyes were drawn to something, which caused me to rapidly sit up. The old friends, with whom I hadn't spoken in a long time, and myself on a Polaroid. I took a closer look by moving to the edge of the bed and snatching the polaroid. Minho, the brunette guy, wrapped his arm around my neck and waved a peace sign. Behind us were two kids, Jisung and Chan. After I left for college, we stopped talking for a while, but sometimes they would send me short messages like "I miss you" and "how are you." Even though they were the ones who were happy for me when I got accepted into college, looking at this polaroid made me a little anxious about seeing them again. It would definitely not be too bad to see Jisung and Chan again, but it would be with Minho.

The most heartbreaking thing I had to do was tell my best friend Minho that I was moving out of town and that we wouldn't be seeing each other for a while. Given that we had been friends since middle school, I could tell he was upset when I broke the news to him. I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad and that I wished he could come with me to college. But before I could talk it out with him for the last time, he suddenly cut ties with me after learning the news and made every effort to avoid speaking with me ever again. We’ve never bid our goodbyes together.

I felt even more sad as I thought back on the past memories. My polaroid was put back up on the wall. I stood up from my bed and opened my backpack. I took out the two cameras, my laptop, and my phone from my backpack together with their chargers. After charging the devices and placing them on my desk, I unzipped my luggage to find my pajamas and changed into them. I hopped back into bed after turning out the light, feeling more at ease and prepared to sleep for the next eight hours.

There’s helicopters over my head

Every night when I go to bed

Spending money and I earned it

When I’m lonely, that’s when I’ll burn it

September 22, 8:32 a.m.

I woke up to the smell of breakfast and coffee coming from the kitchen and checked my alarm clock, which read 8 a.m. Sitting up, I yawned and rubbed my eyes to see better. I dragged myself out of bed, grabbed my necessities, and proceeded to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After flossing my teeth and rearranging all of my stuff, I returned to my room to change.

I was going through my luggage again, trying to decide what to wear, when I remembered I had this band shirt that I had kept for years in my closet. I went to my closet in search of them, and that's where I discovered the gray The Smiths shirt. I changed into a black pair of ripped jeans and a shirt. I didn't forget the flannel, of course.

I ran down the stairs and to the kitchen, and when I finally saw my mom, I was hit by a wave of nostalgia again. She made pancakes today and prepared a mug of hot coffee for me.

“Welcome home!” Mom exclaimed with a big smile. “I am deeply sorry about yesterday, I really thought you were coming home tonight. I wanted to make up to you by making your favorite breakfast!”

“Oh, mom. It’s okay, at least I’m here now.” I picked up my fork and knife to cut the pancakes in four.

“Cora, sweetie?”

“Yeah?” I continued to eat.

“Is everything all right?”

I abruptly stopped, looking up at my mom’s concerned face.

“I’m fine, mom.”

“Well, that’s good. It’s just.. That’s not usually something a college sophomore does.”

“I know.” I continued to go back to eating.

“You can tell me anything-”

“Can we talk about this another time?”

I dismissed my mom's concern and continued to stare down at my nearly done pancakes, feeling instantly bad.

"Talk to me whenever you need, okay?" Mom said, sighing. After giving her a nod and finishing the last of my pancakes, I got up from my chair.

"Also, Mom, do you happen to know where my friends are? Jisung, Chan, and..." I hesitated, wondering if it would be appropriate to finally meet Minho after we had been apart for two years. But I won't be able to sleep easily unless I know how he's doing today. "And Minho."

"As far as I know, Jisung is working at the Safe in Sound record store! Chan probably works at his dad's outlet store as well." Mom said, picking up the plates and carrying them to the sink to wash them. I accepted her response with a nod and waited to find out about Minho, even

though I wasn't supposed to be worried about him because I knew he probably hates me. Honestly, it didn't really matter. Just as I turned to walk away, my mother spoke. "I was at Poppy's Coffee the last time I saw Minho. He works there."

"Oh. Cool. Guess everyone is at work these days."

"He will be happy to see you. He wouldn't be mad at his best friend for following their dreams." Mom smiled as she turned to face me. "Don't come home too late, okay? Have a nice day."

I decided it would be best to meet Jisung first, before everyone else, and before Minho. Strolling down the well-known streets, observing the stores and realizing they are now newly opened businesses. Well, it's still in construction. There are a lot of construction workers here. That being said, the doughnut shop, which I used to go to often, was still open. I pulled out my wallet to see if I had enough money to buy my friends a single doughnut or two, but there was nothing like a fly sticking out of it. With a shrug, I shoved my wallet into the back pocket of my pants and carried on walking around the streets.

Next to the statue of the founder that was pointing directly at me, there was a boy who seemed to be a middle schooler, playing on his nintendo ds. I approached him and saw what game he was playing. “Pokemon.. Classic.” He looked up at me, eyes widened.

“Oh, Cora right?” I nodded and the boy continued to go back, focusing on his game, “I’m Lori. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Awesome, I’m assuming they’re bad.”

“Well, everyone was saying you beat the kid up to the hospital. Even my mother told me to stay away from you.”

“Oh, boo. He was mean to my friend.”

“Is it that guy, Minho?” I gulped.

“...No. A girl.”

“Why are you being so awkward when I mentioned that guy?”

“I’m not- That’s none of your business, little dude.” Reminded that I still needed to meet Jisung, I walked away.

When I finally made it to the record store, I waited anxiously in front of the door for a minute, imagining what might happen. I relaxed and eventually made my way inside. There were numerous vinyl record boxes arranged on each table, and the speakers mounted on the wall were blasting loud rock music. And there were a bunch of band t-shirts in another area. CDs and cassette tapes were in the rear. I headed towards the classic rock section and browsed the records that I would purchase if I were rich at the moment. Then I heard the door shut from what I thought was the rear of the store, and that's when I remembered why I had come here in the first place. I looked up and walked to the location of the noise, where I saw a man locking the office door. His hair was blue, and he was wearing a leather jacket over a Misfits shirt with a few bands and drawing patches on his blue denim pants. Yup, that’s Jisung.

He froze and his eyes widened as soon as he spun around and looked up at me. I lifted up my hand to offer him a small wave and nervously chuckled at his reaction. I continued to stand awkwardly in front of Jisung, who massaged his eyes and then peered to make sure it was really me. That's when he started flashing me the big smile I used to miss so much.

“Oh. My. GOD!” Jisung exclaimed loudly, jumping up and down. For the first time in a long time, I laughed and raced to give him the longest hug I could give; he hugged me so tightly that I nearly passed out. "Cora! Holy shit!”

While holding me, he screamed in my ears. I attempted to withdraw, but he would not let me. "Hey! Not only are you suffocating me, but you're also making my ears go deaf!" When he finally let go of me, we looked at each other for a moment to see what had changed.

"And you're looking at me for an uncomfortable amount of time." I said as we laughed our asses off once more.

"Dude, can you blame me? It had been, what? Two years!" Jisung yelled once again, which made me cry with laughter. "Plus, you haven't texted us in a long time. We never forgot about you, you know? Not when you're our coolest friend."

Even though Jisung's comments were making me feel a little emotional already, it made me think of Minho again. If not every day, then at least occasionally, I wondered if he ever thought about me. Hell, I wondered if he ever felt bad for shoving me away like that. I wondered if he had ever cared about me. Jisung's voice stunned me after I had been zoning out for a moment.

"I am SO going to tell Chan and Vanna about this!" Excitedly, he took his phone out of the pocket of his leather jacket and began texting them, pacing back and forth.

"Wait, Vanna?" I frowned. It's been a while since I heard from her.

"Oh, right! That Vanna, yes. She’s sort of our backup for the drummer." He responded, illustrating every word with hand motions.

"You guys still play in a band?" I let out a gasp.

"Yes! But it's been almost a month since we last played since, you know, we've been pretty busy lately." With a sigh, Jisung peered around the shop until all of a sudden he stopped and held up his index finger at me. "Wait here. I have a gift for you.” I nodded, giving that air of confusion, and then I went back to the place I had been at before, looking through every box in the classic rock section. I eventually grew bored and started exploring the store's various categories. Punk, indie, R&B, metal, and many other genres were represented. As I browsed the indie section, contemplating which records to purchase later if I had an opportunity, my attention was drawn to a certain album. Young The Giant's self-titled album. When I remembered how often Minho used to play this record whenever I visited his place, I started to feel emotional again—for the hundredth time. To be honest, I could list a lot of bands that make me think of him. Why does he never text me? Not even an apology at least?

I exhaled deeply, carefully set down the record, and took another look around the shop. Then I noticed a piece of paper that was pinned to the bulletin board beside the entrance door. I moved in closer to examine the paper, and to my surprise, it was a missing poster with a familiar face. A photo of a young, attractive, long blonde haired man with freckles and a lovely smile. Felix Lee.

"He has been missing for a year now." The abrupt voice startled me, so I turned to face the redhead guy immediately. It took me a moment to realize, though, that it was one of my friends. Chan. He had on a black hoodie and ripped jeans with a chain connected.

"You scared the hell out of me. Fuck you." I gave him the hardest shoulder blow I could manage. His laughter got so loud, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I refused to look at him and crossed my arms. He laughed again, seeing that I was being a little whiny child. "Oh my god, stop it. I'm going to kill you."

"All right, all right. I'll stop. Come here." Chan invited you to give him a hug by spreading his arms wide. I smiled and moved to offer him the same long embrace that I gave Jisung, but this one was much softer and more welcome. "I missed you, kiddo."

"I missed you, too." We both pulled away from the hug, and I saw Chan's eyes shift to Felix's missing poster.

"Do you know what really happened to him?"

"Not really. Y’know at first, I thought he just disappeared without a word.” He sighed, folding his arms. “I can't stop worrying about whether or not he is safe, even if we are no longer friends."

"I remember he told me how he always wanted to escape this town." I recalled.

"Yeah." Chan muttered.

"Damn, no need to get too dark." We both turned to look at Jisung as he held up two vinyl records: Fleetwood Mac and Agents of Fortune by Blue Oyster Cult. "Sorry for the wait. I had to go through a lot of limited edition boxes and all that shit."

"My favorite albums!" I gasped and reached for the vinyls. "Wait, you don't have to give this to me for free."

"But I really want to! I'm just glad to have you back, so please have this as a gift." After Jisung's comments, my heart warmed, and I placed the vinyls down on the counter to give him another embrace. Chan then joined in. Moving to a new city for college and spending the last two years living alone in a dorm didn't go as planned. Especially, not having any friends meant that I had no one to talk to. Really, though, I'm glad to be back where I belong—among my best friends, with whom I've missed spending a lot of time with.

"Oh hey, Vanna!" Jisung said, releasing his hug to welcome Vanna. Chan and I also greeted her, though I was suddenly nervous because I hadn't spoken to Vanna since the last year of middle school. She appeared to be a lot different than before. Short black hair with micro bangs, dressed entirely in black. Denim vest over a long-sleeved top, fingerless fishnet gloves, and leggings. She wore a black pearl necklace around her vest's collar and carried a leather bag.

"Oh, did I just ruin your emotional reunion? Oops.” Vanna murmured, staring at Jisung and Chan with a blank expression before turning to face me. I gave an awkward little smile and waved. "Surprised to see you back, I guess."

Jisung began clapping with his hands and bouncing up and down. "This is going to be the greatest day, week, month, and year ever, without a doubt!"

"You're going to hear this a thousand times this week, but we're really happy to have you back," Chan jokes. "For real."

"Yeah. For real." Vanna agreed while maintaining her blank stare. "Amazing day to be back as well. There will be a party tonight. In the woods. If you're down." Vanna crossed her legs and leaned against the counter, waiting for anyone to respond. I turned to face Chan and Jisung, who both nodded, indicating that their work shifts end in the afternoon and that they were good to go. I wanted to ask a question before I even decided to go.

"Uhm, is Minho going?" The room went dead silence when I asked a question about Minho, who doesn't talk to me anymore and they knew that. Vanna frowned in confusion at the question, but she took it as an excuse to play on her phone and avoid being involved. However, Jisung and Chan appeared a little afraid to respond. I became afraid as well, immediately projecting the worst-case scenarios about Minho.

"Before you overthink, kiddo, Minho is alive and well." Chan scratched his head and sighed. "We just don't talk anymore." Head down, Jisung nodded in agreement with Chan. Oh, damn.

"But you guys act like he's dead." I laughed, causing them to both chuckle too. "But what happened?"

"Well, remember how he just cut you off after you told him you were leaving? So, when you left, Jisung and I tried to talk to Minho, and things got, you know, complicated."

“That doesn't really help at all, Chan. I'll never get why he was so mad at me for leaving. We have phones, so it's not like I was going to stop talking to him."

"He wasn't mad!" Jisung chimed in right away, saying, "It was something more, like— Dude, I dunno! If only his ass wouldn't be such a goddamn wimp, or at least be honest rather than so damned stubborn—" Chan quickly covered Jisung's mouth while Vanna, who was still engrossed in her phone, walked out bidding goodbye. But his outburst over Minho confused me even more.

"I really want to tell you what it is, though I'm sure Minho would like to talk to you now that you're back. He wasn't upset about you leaving, and he doesn't hate you. Just... maybe talk it out properly this time if you see him." Chan, like a sweetheart, gave me a tiny piece of advice while still covering Jisung's mouth, who begged him to let go. "Also, to finally answer your question, he'll definitely be there tonight."

I guess now is the time to discover the truth and solve the mystery.

Do you feel ashamed

When you hear my name?

Having spent a few hours at Jisung's workplace, I went home to change for the party. Because I was never a party or formal type, I didn't have a lot of party clothes. Wearing something a little more simple, though, shouldn't harm anyone. I then put on a pair of dirty black Converse, blue denim ripped jeans, and a long sleeve black and white striped shirt that I had tucked in. The floor was a little messy now that the clothes had been tossed around trying to figure out what to wear. Vanna texted me to let me know she was on her way, so I hurried to get a crossbody purse and stuff my Polaroid camera inside. And finally, I snuck into my mom's bathroom to use her antique floral perfume.

The sound of the honk from outside, indicating that Vanna was here, had me running downstairs. When I got inside the car, Jisung and Chan were also there, and so I sat next to Jisung. While the other three were chatting and the radio played random songs, I propped my head against the window and observed the several trees we passed. Throughout the twenty minutes of the drive, Jisung continued to move himself closer to the front to discuss his conspiracy theories with Vanna and Chan. Even though we were all adults now, we hadn't changed a bit.

When we arrived, it appeared to be a deserted camping spot where a group of kids had gathered for a party. After exiting the vehicle, Chan struck up a conversation with some of the kids lingering in the parking lot. Vanna, In the meantime, had vanished somewhere, and Jisung and I were attempting to find our way to the party. There was a band playing, a bonfire, lights strung from trees, and the party was held by the lake. The band started playing, and everyone in the pit began to dance along. To the left, a few tables were set up with snacks and drinks. The ice cooler, which holds beer, was next to the table.

Jisung shouted that we should start drinking before jumping in the pit. I knew I would regret this, but why not? You only get one chance at life. Jisung grabbed my hand as we went to the ice cooler to grab a beer for each of us. I started to sip a tiny bit and laughed when I glanced over to find Jisung drinking half a can already. It had been a long time since the last time I drank and that very same day I threw up a thousand times on Chan’s toilet, so I wasn't really sure whether or not to down today. Although I could already feel myself getting a little tipsy with each sip and decided to just fuck it and finish the can. After consuming the last of the beer cans and throwing them in the trash, Jisung and I joined in to dance.

We had been singing along to our favorite songs for quite some time, and I was laughing so hard at Jisung's headbanging that I lost my voice. Now when it was time to take a break and get some fresh air, I told Jisung that I was going to be by the campfire and he gave me the thumbs up. I made my way through the mass of people who were partying a little too hard and looked for a bonfire that was located up in the hill. I pulled out my phone and played on it for a little bit, only browsing social media, which I hadn't used in a long time, as I sat down on the log. I eventually felt that I was growing bored and chose to take in the gorgeous lake view from this location. I could feel myself about to vomit, but I had to contain it in order not to embarrass myself in front of people. Despite the fact that there was no one around the bonfire and just a small ice cooler. When I opened it, I thought maybe there might be a water bottle inside, but all I found was beer. Shrugging, I took another one of these anyway.

"Do you still not have a new shirt that you promised to buy me after you puked in it last time?" I froze all at once. Oh, that voice. I carefully set my beer down on my knee, afraid to glance up at the man I've been getting worked up over. He moved to sit next to me, took up the log sticks, and gave one to me. Bewildered and unwilling to look up, I took hold of the stick and watched what he was doing. There were crackers, chocolate bars, and packets of marshmallows that I was probably too drunk to notice earlier. He put a marshmallow on a stick and moved it closer to the flames. I finally compelled myself to glance up at his side profile as he was doing so, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken. It was really Minho. Plus, he was far more attractive. Wide-leg jeans with a plaid flannel worn over and a black shirt tucked in. This time, his hair had changed to a copper reddish brown color.

"You're here." After a while, I spoke.

"So are you." He laughed softly. I missed hearing that sound.

I was staring at the side of his face until he turned to look directly into my eyes. How pretty his eyes were. That lovely smile of his. Oh, dude, I really missed him.

"We also have a lot to talk about." Minho added, "and a big apology."

Anyway, don’t be a stranger.

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