“When I'm ready, I'll be back...

don't worry.”

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In which, a boy feels... lost. His only anchor? An old camera, found in his mom's stuff.

Somehow, recording things helped ease the ache in his chest. Sometimes, it was the birds. Then the tress. Even the waves of the sea, and the people coming and going.

Anything he thought it looked beautiful — his camera lense would capture, even as a still frame.

And what a surprise when you noticed him recording... you.

Because even if he tried to hide it, Minho saw beauty in you. And it caused a... weird flutter in his chest.