monochrome to colors
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Minjeong can taste the lemon-lime dancing on her tongue, can see the sliver of light peeking through the closet doors, can feel the fuzzy coats on her right and the shoeboxes stacked on her left and the wall cold against her back.
Or: Jimin and Minjeong, and their minds taking three years to figure out what their hearts realize in seven minutes.
Foreword
tw: mentions of teenage drug/alcohol use, implied usage of the d slur
title from winter’s iconic line in black mamba
crossposted from karomi (hyejoos) on ao3
twt: @karinatheworld
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