#theyforget

𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒. She had stopped coming back in general. Minhee was a ghost they’d see flit through the town for a brief second before she was gone with the wind once again. It was fear of her own consequences that had her keeping her loved ones much further than an arms length away. She doesn’t understand what compels her to return this year. What puts her in this situation. Sitting on the swings of their favourite park , kissed with ice , bottle of liquor within arms reach to keep her warm as she stares down at the text she had sent.

『 sms: ji 』at the park. Leaving if you’re not here in an hour. 『 sms: ji 』 hurry up i miss you 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍  『 sms: ji 』 hurry up.

She only pries the bottle from her lips when she hears the crunch of snow under footfall. The light in her eyes in unmistakeable but the feeling in the pit of her stomach is hard to digest. She shouldn’t be here and she wants to leave , but she digs her heels into the ground under her to stop herself from fleeing. She needed this. They needed this.

( not accepting. )

" don't be a dumbass. "

words dripped out of bambi's lips, low, barely audible, like he was on autopilot and didn't even hear jiseok. that was just another one of his automated responses because his mind had wandered far, far away already. took a spaceship and travelled over to the next galaxy. bambi pulled out a crumpled cigarette from one of his pockets and flattened it as much as he could. fingers trembling, he created more folds in the thin white-ish paper, while bits of tobacco spilled out from the end. his eyes spectating the plight before redirecting towards jiseok. " don't say it like that. "

the two of them were sitting on the curb facing the back entrance of a glitzy bar, in a neglected alley only the most courageous could set foot in. bambi's legs were laying flat on the freezing concrete as he was hunched over the goddamn cigarette that would NOT go back to its original state, his hands becoming red as the cold seeped into his bones. with remixed pop music faintly booming from the building in front of them, he finally scooted a little closer to jiseok. " this kind of sucks. " he said, breath turning into a white fog. " sorry. "

@theyforget​​  asked:  “i  want  to  know  what  love  is  to  you.  ”

                    love?     ...    it  was  quite  the  question  to  ask  someone,  and  she  wasn’t  sure  if  she  knew  exactly  how  to  answer  it.  “  i  guess  it  depends  on  what  type  of  love  you  mean...  but...  ”  she  didn’t  know  a  lot  about  the  love  of  a  significant  other,  she  didn’t  have  much  experience  in  that  part  of  life.  she  was  young  when  her  mom  died,  and  most  of  her  time  was  spent  with her  ballet.  now,  with  her  abusive  father  in  tow  she  really  only  focused  on  her  dance.  on  her  passion  and  the  thing  that  she  hoped  would  allow  her  to  escape  one  day.  love  felt  like  a  distant  memory,  but  she  knew  what  it  felt  like.  lynn  could  never  forget.

                     “  to  me...  love  is  a lot  of  things.  ”  she  started  to  say,  “  love  is  midnight  in  a  diner,  cleaning  dirty  dishes  and  mopping  floors.  ”  she  could  remember  those  days,  going  to  the  diner  where  her  mom  worked  and  helping  her  clean  up.  most  children  wouldn’t  enjoy  such  a  thing,  but  lynn  did.  because  she  was  with her  mom,  and  that’s  all  that  matter  to  her.  “  it’s  laughter,  it’s  forehead  kisses,  it’s  soup  with  a  little  to much  salt  in  it.  ”  all  things  that  made  her  think  of  her  mom.  she  tried  to  think  of  the  good  things,  the  things  that  reminded  her  of  love.  instead  of  remembering  that  night  she  watched  her  die.

                       but  that  wasn’t  all     ...     more  things  made  her  think  of  love.  though  her  mom  was  the  reason  she  knew  what  love  was...  she  was  able  to  find  it  in  other  places  as  well.  “  love  is  dance.  ”  to  her,  her  dance  made  her  feel  a  way  she  could  never  explain.  “  it’s  a  song,  it’s  a  feeling,  it’s  a  joy.  ”  she  knew  exactly  what  love  was  when  she  was  able  to  dance.  “  so  what  is  love  to  me...?  ”  she  repeated,  finally  looking  at  the  other.

          ‘‘ SOMETIMES MY MOOD DIPS  so far that i just want to bang my head               through a wall, but i know that’s not a good idea so i just go off by myself and               scream. usually works. ’’

‘ me too, dude. ’ gar took a deep breath as he reflected his life. it was quite fascinating.