a million thoughts fly through jongin’s head as he watches chanyeol collapse onto the floor in a heap of tangled limbs and bloody curls. time slows down into a suffocating halt as jongin stands rooted to the spot, flooded by a deluge of memories playing out before his eyes.

not specifically important things per say, but the every day, average kind of memories jongin didn’t even know he still had.

like the time he and chanyeol volunteered to do the grocery shopping for one of their sunday afternoon barbecues, passing the sample stands back and forth multiple times to try this food or that, and getting kicked out of the store for loitering.

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