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"What?" Minho asked, his fingers outstretched to brush against one of Jisung's cheeks, as if he were unaware of the effect he was having on Jisung's entire body. As if he were a virus - a virus that Jisung didn't want, couldn't, get rid of. A virus that had spread to every living cell in Jisung's body. Jisung hoped that if he ever died and his body had to be autopsied, all his organs would be saturated with Minho. Jisung hoped that somewhere, a physical trace of Minho remained within him.
"Nothing." He answered by shaking his head, because he wasn't sure how to formulate everything that was going on in his head; wasn't sure if there was a reasonable way to say I hope there's a trace of your smell in my lungs, amidst those left by cigarettes. "If you're not ready in ten minutes, I'll find someone else to go see the snow with me."Or : Jisung and Minho have been together for a year and Jisung knows they will be for the rest of their lives.
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- Part 2 of Who we are