Imagine Mingyu in this outfit
"Mingyu!" she chuckles loudly while calling out his name and waving the Shinobu costume around. "Today we dress up as butterflies. This one is for you. And I'll be wearing this."
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Imagine Mingyu in this outfit
"Mingyu!" she chuckles loudly while calling out his name and waving the Shinobu costume around. "Today we dress up as butterflies. This one is for you. And I'll be wearing this."
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@snezhnayadoesnotbelieveintears

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While bringing some papers to the Ministry Of Civil Affairs you happen across Mingyu. He had fallen asleep while writing in his journal, calligraphy brush still in hand.
Though it feels a little wrong, you peek at the paper, ever curious what he was writing.
Dreams of snow and water linger in my dreams, they remind me of the day we died. Powerless against the driving cold and the frozen water, I couldn’t save you. You still live on today but it’s different… your memory fails you even more than mine fails me. I wonder if you will come to forget me in time. Qiqi, please don’t forget me and please continue to live. Your big brother will always be there for you because my love for you transcends death.
The girl took a seat next to the sleeping boy. ~Mingyu's handwriting is as aestheticly pleasing as the sound of his poems.~ she thought to herself. Hu Tao gently ripped a blank page from the journal and quickly scribbled a sentence.
'I wish upon the sunset that this eternally snowy mountain you climb, melts. And if the fog clouds your mind I am here to guide your hand up the river.'
Unsatisfied with her own handwriting, the director frowned and folded the page into a paper crane. She left it next to the boy and marched off into the dusk.
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