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“you remember when i was on my dad’s boat on the lake? watching fireworks, drinking beer. the simpler times.”
jongin gripped seulgi’s hand, nestling his head comfortably against her chest as she cradled him from behind. the fireworks blowing over their heads were one thing constant about the memories. still explosive and beautiful, loud and colorful. sentiments changed. now looking at them was bittersweet.
every laugh and scream, every beautiful color made up every reminder that the world was still moving on–celebrating–all while people were dying or missing. one of their own close to it if they didn't eliminate whispers.
“you know, what’s sad about experiencing what we all went through is me understanding the bliss in ignorance.”