MAAAAAAAN I LIKED THIS SO MUCH. His voice used to be so loud Minghao would joke he needed a muzzle but lately it's become high and strained and sad and broken, and full of smoke Minghao can't see but can taste in his own mouth, coating the inside ash. He doesn't ask Mingyu to speak louder, because even now Minghao could say Jump and Mingyu would reply Off what. feeling flattened like roadkill actually bc 1) mingyu puppyisms 2) mingyu acts of service 3) mingyu inability to control himself n his desire to mold himself into doing things for ppl he loves. minghao’s voice & ur prose was just absolutely stunning. it flowed like a river which was perfect for how bleak this was but also full of grief running beneath the surface and everything