Star in the Mist

☆Drunk☆

Reader discretion is advised.
-Trigger Warning-Matured Audience-

You submerged in your thoughts, muting everything and every noise around you.
A hand gently pressed on your shoulder, startling you, breaking you out of your deep thoughts.

"Minho," you stood up from your seat, "what are you doing here?"
"No, what are you doing here?" Minho asked, as he looked around.
"This area," he began, "it's quite far from your place."
"Ah yes."
"What are you doing out this far?"
"...I don't know," you answered.
"Are you lost?"
"Minho, can I hug you?"
Minho's expression changed; his smile faded.
He knew something was wrong.

"Are...are you okay?"
You tried answering his question in your head, but there was no answer.
A tear escaped from your eyes, thinking about Minho's question.
He looked at you, not knowing what he should do next.
You covered your face, silently sobbing into your palms.
Minho took a step closer to you, wrapping his arms around you.
"It's okay," he whispered.
He hesitated at first but then gained the courage to softly rub your back.
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There was a short silence before you spoke, as you two sat next to each other on the bench.
"Thank you, Minho," you sniffled.
A few tears managed to escape, though you kept your composure.
He noticed the tears that streamed down your pink cheeks.
His hand searched for the handkerchief in his jacket pocket.

Your eyes were focused on the patterned concrete sidewalk with no words left to say.
Minho held his hand out a few inches away from your face, breaking you out of your zone.
A forest green, cotton handkerchief.
You looked at Minho with your swollen eyes.
He signaled for you to take it, lifting his head once with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Minho," you said again, taking the handkerchief.
You gently wiped your tears away with it.

"Is everything alright?"
You looked at him, trying to pretend that everything was okay when it clearly wasn't.
"Marriage."
He nodded his head, understandingly.
"I'm here if you need anyone to listen."
You took a deep breath.
"I don't know, Minho. He's been so cold to me," you tearfully said.
"He makes me feel like his wife, but then again, I'm a nobody when we're alone."
You sighed, wiping the tear away with the handkerchief.
"I...I just miss him so much, but he doesn't even want to talk to me."
"I think you should talk to him."
"I'm scared."
"Don't be. If you're scared, you'll never understand why."
"What if—"
"There's no "what ifs," -------. Talk to him. He's your husband, right? He'll understand," Minho encouraged.
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"You'll be okay?" Minho asked.
You smiled and nodded, as you waited for the other passengers to get on the bus.
"Don't be scared," he smiled, holding his fist into a "fighting" sign.
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Getting off the bus, you dragged your feet, taking your time.
The thought of speaking to him scared you.
It wasn't that he was terrifying to speak to but because you did not know what he would say.
As you slowly made your way back, you thought if he was already at home or was he still at the party with his friends and...Jihyun.
You took your phone out, hoping to see a notification from him, but there was none.
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You approached the gate, scanning the lot.
No car.
You're not home yet?
You thought.
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You sat on the couch, wearing a black, silk pajama, anxiously waiting for his return.
As the clock neared midnight, you took out your phone, about to call him, only to hear a knock at the door.
You jumped out of your seat and rushed to the door.
Just as you reached the door, you took a deep breath and fixed your shirt, placing your hair on one side.