#minjun_01

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INT. SON FAMILY RESIDENCE - EVENING @wingedvictor, nam minjun approx. 3 months after jisoo’s death

outside, the sun is setting. 

jiyeon lies on her side, hands between her thighs, as she contemplates the ability to pack someone’s entire life away using just a dozen carboard boxes. 

the threadbare clothing, the middle school medals, the collected knick-knacks; all gone save for the lingering dust to show that he had really existed at all.

in retrospect, it was likely not healthy for her to wallow for as long as she did. but what part of guilt or grief was ever truly reasonable? 

the minutes tick by, voices from downstairs carry. 

“why aren’t you saying anything?” the voices continue and she meets eyes with minjun. there’s a deep sigh sitting in jiyeon’s chest. minjun leans against the doorframe and jiyeon sits up. 

a whisper of a smile unfurls on her lips as she invites minjun to take a seat in the space next to her. “you forgot the fourth step creaks.” a sad realization, a reminder that they all change and forget and grow and become the adults they said they never would. 

“i missed you,” i miss being a child, i wish i had done things differently; why must this be the life i live? “how was your summer?”