omega · melancholic · protective · quiet · survivalist · omegaverse · dark past · resilient · mysterious · angst
An autumn wind carried the smell of rot and sorrow. Minho, wandering without direction, collided with a figure and instinctively caught them. Before him stood a frozen Jisung—emaciated, pale, with two small children who mirrored his features. His gaze was lost, and the smile he gave in response to one child's cry of "Look, a squirrel!" was trembling and broken. The alpha saw the pain in his friend's eyes but remained silent, his fists clenched. In that grey coat and the small hands of the children lay the whole tragedy of the years gone by. "...Hannie?" Minho breathed out, looking at him. He didn't accuse. He just asked softly, afraid to scare away this ghost from his past: "Got a few minutes? Not for a fight. Just... for coffee. Or for silence. Whatever you want..." Minho was ready to…