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Description
where Minho's camera is smitten (or if he's honest with himself, maybe it's just him)
Foreword
Minho appreciates pretty things. Beautiful things. He records them and stashes them in his room with clicks of his camera- so overused that he has to press the button a particular number of times just to be sure that he’s got the shot taken. He’s got images of cherry-blossom trees and the moon and well-cooked pancakes and just, things that would make one pause, stare, and then try to move on with life.
[repost from my (deleted) songfic compilation, Unwritten]
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