1. ‘Want a mint?’ Seunghyun hands him a box of mints with that enigmatic half-smile playing upon his lips. 'Haven't see you before, but I think I just like you already,’ he says. Jiyong doesn’t think he’s seen a stranger more careless with his words and almost drops his cuppa trying to reason with himself that it was a friendly first move. (With no vestiges of flirtation - no, none at all.)
2. Seunghyun’s tall and he’s a little clumsy; bumps into walls and apologises to them, he talks too much, has legs that are too long, but. But, he has got this smile, see.
3. Nights where they lie back on reclining arm chairs, the shards and fragments of Jiyong’s life Seunghyun starts to piece together. “Tu seras toujours dans mon cœur (You will always be in my heart),” Seunghyun murmurs one night. It's the last thing Jiyong hears before he passes out. And gradually they become a recurrence; those words that roll off Seunghyun’s tongue almost like a signature catch phrase. Jiyong doesn’t know what it means, doesn’t ask. But he hears it in his dreams anyway. Supposes its the reason behind his subconscious smiles during the day.
4. Downpour. Us and ours becomes no longer a term synonymous in the language that they speak. Jiyong's cheeks are wet; he doesn't want to be sober anymore.
5. The mints still rest at the back of Jiyong’s mind. A trigger of memories, the floodgate of lost feelings. He thinks he hears the familiar gnawing phrase “Tu seras toujours dans mon cœur ” at the back of his mind, before he falls asleep. He still doesn't know what it means. But he also finally registers. Registers that they now become literally an alien language, spoken by a foreign tongue that he can no longer rightly discern. But even still, he thinks. And thinks. And thinks, tosses and turns. Doesn't stop thinking and rethinking...

Trigger warning: Not really for those with a weak heart.