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Forget Me Not

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Tags: angst 

A/N: I know I’ve been inactive recently, and my most recent posts all contain excuses of being busy, and I’m genuinely really sorry about that, but summer school has been giving me a lot of stress, as well as I don’t have a lot of time to read fics and when I do, I feel like I’m just rushing through the story for the sake of finishing it, instead of actually reading it to give a genuine review, which is unfair to you guys. However, on a brighter(ish) note, after a month of summer school, I’ve finally gotten the chaos somewhat under control, so I decided to write something instead of the typical fic recommendation. I’ll make an official announcement post to detail out more of what I want to say, because you probably want to read the story, so to that I say enjoy! 

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“Yah, Han Jisung!“

The sound of Minho’s voice snapped him back to reality. Jisung knew Minho wasn’t here; it was only a video after all, but in a half asleep daze, he almost believed his best friend was right beside him. Blinking several times, he paused the video he’d been watching on his laptop.

“Cleaning, eh?“ 

Jisung whipped around to see his roommate, Felix, standing at the doorway. 

“Yeah, cleaning, I, um,“ he scratched the back of his neck. “I was, but then I found my old laptop and got......distracted.“

Felix let out a laugh. “Well, why don’t you take a break? Changbin hyung, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and I are going to the arcade. Wanna come?”

Jisung paused to think about it. “Actually...I’ll pass this time. There’s a lot to go through anyway.” It probably would have been fun to go out to the arcade, but tonight, he’d much rather go through his old stuff, as much as some of it hurt.

Felix opened his mouth as if to say something but seemed to change his mind. “Call me if you need anything,” he said instead. Jisung gave him a thumbs up, and turned back to his laptop. 

As soon as he heard the telltale click of the door shutting, he un-paused the video, eager to re-live old memories from his high school days.

“Stop filming me!“ Minho’s voice continued. 

“Why not?” Video Jisung asked. ”You consider yourself her parent, and Doongie’s still young, plenty of parents video tape their babies! You can keep this video to rewatch when she’s older.“ 

Minho snorted. “She’s not exactly happy right now, I’d rather not have video evidence that my cats scratch me.”

Video Jisung laughed. “Fair enough. Want me to stop filming?”

“Yes, and help me get her out from under the bed.“

Video him laughed again and the video ended there. Jisung let out a quiet chuckle before closing his laptop, deciding that he was done going through his stuff for now. He picked up the the bin containing his old belongings, and shoved it in the corner, telling himself that he would come back to it later that night. He sent a text to Felix, letting him know that he was going to go out for a walk then picked up an umbrella and headed out the door. 

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In Jisung’s opinion, rain was a beautiful thing. It gave life, and if it wasn’t for rain, he wouldn’t have met his best friend. 

Seven year old Jisung sat on the swings, pumping his legs as hard as he could to move the swing higher. He felt something fall on his head, but ignored it, but then there was another, then another, and another, until he realised it was raining. 

Quickly stopping the swings, he looked around for somewhere he could wait for the storm to pass, deciding to wait at the playground for the rain to stop instead of running all the way home, where he could potentially slip and fall or catch a cold. 

“Hey, you!“ a voice called. Jisung looked up to see a boy, maybe a year or two older, standing there with an umbrella. “Need an umbrella?“

Jisung nodded. “We can share mine,” the boy said, moving to cover Jisung. “I’m Lee Minho, by the way, what’s your name?”

“Han Jisung,“ He replied, somewhat timidly. “How old are you?“ Minho asked. “I’m nine.“

“Seven,“ he said. “Then you should call me hyung,” Minho replied. They stood there until two mothers, each frantically searching for her own son, found them huddled under an umbrella.

Jisung smiled at the memory, and decided to go to the playground where they first met. 

Walking at a brisk pace, he wondered how long it had been since he had seen him. It had to at least have been a year or two. He knew they’d stop contacting each other the first year after Minho left, both becoming increasingly busy with their current lives. Video calls everyday became video calls once a week, quickly becoming once a month, which turned into eventually losing contact. As much as it pained him to admit, Minho was slowly becoming a distant memory, no longer an active part of his life. 

Jisung shook his head and walked faster, not watching where he was going. “Oomph,” he muttered, feeling his head hit something. When he realised he’d walked into someone, he quickly apologised. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“No worries,“ The person said. “Are you okay?“

“Yeah, I’m fine-“ Jisung looked up at the person, the familiar eyes of Lee Minho staring back at him. “M-minho hyung? Is that you?“

Minho blinked at him. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Jisung wanted to laugh. This was a joke, right? It was only two years since they last spoke, he couldn’t have already forgotten him. One didn’t forget their best friend of 11 years that quickly. He shook his head. “Oh, um, I must have mistaken you for someone else.” He dipped his head in apology, holding back panicked tears. “I’ll be going now, have a great day!”

“You too!” Minho chuckled, before walking past him. Jisung stared at his back, slowly becoming smaller as he disappeared into the distance.

“Hyung! I’m so sorry, I’m late!” 

Minho rolled his eyes. “You’re always late,” he teased. Jisung pouted. “Hey, it wasn’t my fault that traffic was bad today!”

Minho stuck out his tongue. “Anyway, now that you’re finally here, I have something to give you.“ He reached into his bag and pulled out a carefully wrapped bouquet of blue flowers. “For you,“ he said handing them to Jisung. 

“Well that wasn’t a very you thing to do,“ Jisung joked. “Who are you and what have you done with my hyung?”

"If you don’t want these then I’m taking these back,” Minho reached for his bag. 

“Wait, no, hyung, I was kidding!“ Jisung reached out to take the flowers. “Forget me nots,“ he observed. “Interesting choice of flowers.” 

“Yeah, well, I...“ Minho’s cheeks felt on fire. “Just....don’t forget me when I’m gone.“

Jisung laughed. “I could never forget you, hyung.”

There was a moment of silence between them. 

“So....”

Suddenly, Jisung pulled Minho into a tight hug.

“Don’t forget me either, yeah?“

“I promise.“

How ironic that Minho would forget him first.