God this is gorgeous. as always your prose is beautiful and atmospheric. the magical realism of this worked so well, to slowly unfurl the reality (surreality?) of jeonghan's POV. And Jeonghan each time would smile, fingers carding through Mingyu’s hair, muscle memory, which is what they call it when the body remembers but the mind does not. Of course, he’d reply. I love you. Sickening!! I have to stare at the wall and shake off this feeling or else I will not be able to go about my day *___* thank you for this!