"Between Our Keys And Strings" ☑️ [2Min ❤️]

11.

Seungmin's thoughts.

Minho's thoughts.

Seungmin didn’t stop running.
His legs carried him down empty streets lined with blooming trees, but he barely noticed the petals caught in his hair, the moonlight tracing trembling lines on his skin. His chest ached—not from the sprint, but from everything else.

"What have I done?"

The warmth of Minho’s mouth was still there, ghostlike against his lips. He scrubbed his sleeve over his mouth, as if that would erase the memory, the hunger it left behind, the dizzying surge of hope.

"Stupid. You’re so stupid."

He stumbled to a stop beneath a streetlight, pressing his back against the cold metal pole. His heart wouldn’t slow down.

"He was just being kind. He must’ve felt sorry for me. He didn't mean it."

But a small, rebellious voice inside whispered:
"Then why did he look at me like that? Why did he follow me all night? Why did he stay?"

Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t go back. Not now. He’d ruined everything.

He just kept walking. Tonight instead of taking his way home, he opened his restaurant – again.

He had messaged Sunoo that he would stay at his restaurant due to some work.

Walking down his path, he felt really regretful. He clutched his piano bad tighter. Every step felt heavy. Even the breeze, the beautiful weather–– which he was taking joy of earlier, felt suffocating. His mind closed up with many thoughts, making him lose his composure.

After 20 minutes of walking; or rather escaping from something bad he has don, he reached his restaurant.

He looked at the passcode screen, but he was so out of mind that he was not even in the right minds to type it perfectly.

After 3 trials, the the joint two glass screens finally creaked, giving a little space.

He sighed and went inside. He breathed in the restaurant air. Smell of spices, lingered in the air. The voice small hum of the generator. 

He turned back to close the door. Before closing it shut, he looked out,from where he could see the slight pink colour of the sakura tree where he just–– he sighed and closed the door. He walked inside in his secret room cabin and just slept on his bed without even freshing up.

Before he did kept his piano bag on the corner.

He was too tired; both physically and mentally to even move a finger.

Minho sat alone on the bench, the faint smile fading from his lips.

He ran faster then he could, but he had already lost Seungmin's track.

He watched the empty path where Seungmin had fled, fingers curling into fists in his lap.

"You’re not a coward anymore, remember?"

He stood up.

"I’m not letting him go again."

He thought with heavy heart, throat caught up with the tears he held.

With one last glance at the petals swirling through the air, Minho set off down the path.

Happy Reading ❤️.