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

13.

Seungmin's thoughts.

Minho's thoughts.

Messages.

Seungmin sat on the rooftop of his quiet, secret room.in his restaurant.The night wind was cold against his cheeks, but he barely noticed. His hoodie was pulled up, knees to chest, eyes lost in the city lights that flickered far away — far from Minho.

For the past three days, he had been avoiding every call, every message, and every reminder of the man he kissed.

Minho.

The name itself brought warmth and ache all at once.
The kiss? A moment he couldn’t forget. A moment that felt like truth — and a mistake.

[ Day After the Kiss]

Seungmin sat alone in the café's backroom, eyes red. He replayed the moment — Minho’s expression, the way he held his hand like it meant the world, the gentle urgency in the kiss.

And yet, Seungmin’s mind screamed, You don’t deserve this.
He had walked away that day not because he didn’t feel the same — but because he did. Too much.

"I'll ruin him," he muttered, fists clenched.
"People like me...we don't get fairytale endings."

[Back to Present]

He had taken a few days off from work under the excuse of ''urgent family matters.''He hadn’t been home — instead staying at a  place — his restaurant room.

But here, even the silence was deafening.
Minho’s absence wasn't quiet — it echoed.

His phone buzzed. A message from Sunoo.

''Minho hyung dropped by again. He looks... bad. Are you really okay hyung?''

Seungmin stared at the message.

Minho came again?
He should have expected that. Minho didn’t just say things — he meant them.
But that only made things harder. Minho deserved someone confident, someone who could hold his hand in public, shout their love without shaking. Not someone who hid like a frightened bird.

He wrapped his arms tighter around his legs.
"Sorry Minho hyung.I'm scared," he whispered into the wind.
"Of being seen. Of being loved. Of not being enough."

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Seungmin finally decided to check his phone.

9 missed calls from Eomma.

11 messages from Eomma.

3 calls from Wonpil Sunbaenim.

5 calls from JiSoo Noona.

But the next notification made him gasp loudly. He held his breath.

53 calls from Minho.

143 messages from Minho.

19 voice messages.

With a trembling finger, he pressed play.

"Please answer me Minnie. My ears are desperate to hear your voice. It feels difficult to breath. "

"Please pick up my calls. Don't ghost me. Everything can be solved."

"I won’t ask where you are. I just hope you’re eating. Sleeping. Breathing.
I’m not mad. I’m not giving up.
I miss you.
Please come back when you’re ready. I’ll wait."

The message broke something in him.

He dropped the phone, pressing his palms into his eyes to stop the tears.