Truly Yours • Kim Mingyu

[one]

Jeonghan's POV:

So much changed within 6 years. So much that sometimes I find it hard to catch up with. Good thing is that we all still live together. But I doubt that it won't be for too long.

The kids grew up well and they'll probably leave for higher education or job purpose. Whatever happens, I don't want us to break apart. Never. I've spent more time with them than I spent with my own family. Taking care of them feels the only right thing to do now because I still regret many of my life decisions.

Their presence itself is part of my daily life and I know if there comes any change, then I'll feel like something huge is missing or went wrong in my life. Considering how my life is sailing, that's definitely the last thing I want.

"Hyung? Hyung!" I snap. I was again lost in thoughts. These days, I'm not feeling really well like I'm not myself. Since I'm a bright and healthy person, getting less sleep, moodswings, rarely having an appetite and feeling like doing nothing is quite unusual for me. I wonder why.

"Yaaaa hyung are you even listening?"

"Yes Hoshi I'm listening." I still can't believe Hoshi is now a dance mentor along with The8. Feels like yesterday when I saw him dancing in the shower wearing a bright pink plastic slipper. He accidentally tripped over a bar of baby soap which I had bought for Chan and broke his cute nose. He wouldn't come out of room for 9 days straight and didn't even allow anyone to enter his room because he thought he looked ugly wearing a bandage on his nose. However, he would only allow me in his room since we were kinda on the same boat.

Back then, I did something really horrible to myself which made me look like an uggo, apparently.

I think I'll regret that one decision for the rest of my life.

"Why did you put chocolate sauce in the kimbap? It tastes gross." He sticks out his tounge in disgust, shaking his head. Now I know why it tasted like shit.

"I'm sorry I'm not feeling myself these days." I reply while running my fingers through my locks. "It's okay hyung. We understand. Take it easy." He comforts me, simultaneously patting my back.

"I suddenly miss Mingyu's cooking. He was so excellent at it." Hoshi adds. There's despair in his voice, mixed with vexation. I understand his emotion because I'm feeling the same. "I know right." I release a sharp sigh.

"There's nothing we can do about it. Let's not talk about him okay?" He nods in agreement.

After practice, I return home with the others. Everything here is messy and untidy but I don't have the slightest desire of cleaning it up. That's Joshua's job. He's the maid of this house.

Kidding.

I run straight to my room and lock the door. There's this strange feeling again. It's like someone is watching me, as if I'm being haunted by an invisible ghost or spirit. But there's nothing eerie about it. Rather, it's a calm sensation.

It feels weird, nevertheless.

I crawl to my bed, letting out a strained huff. After few minutes, I turn my back against the wall.

I find it again.

This time it's beside my pillow. I'm getting one of this thing on a regular basis. Sometimes, it's on my desk or bedsheet. Sometimes it's in the practice room or stuck with my belongings. Even inside my pocket.

A cherry petal.

What concerns me is that, it's not the season for cherry blossom. Besides, there's no cherry tree in our residence. Then where's it coming from? And why am I the only one getting these everyday?