Trouvaille ~A 2min fanfic~

~12~

My heart couldn't help but tingle at the sight of him. All my efforts of not getting too excited went in vain and all I wanted to do was comply.

Minho stood as the streetlight shined over him, making his features highlighted. He had an expression of relief and a slight hint of happiness over his face as if he was glad to see me but then it changed as he lowered his glance.

"Hi," Minho said, if it was a little bit quieter than that, I wouldn't have been able to even hear it. His glance was on the concrete ground as he fiddled with his backpack strap like he always did. I wonder where did the Minho on that day appeared from all of a sudden. I smiled to myself as I made my way towards him. But as I got closer to him, he took a step back, making me stop in my tracks.

Is he uncomfortable with me?

I stood there, trying to understand this situation and seeking to figure out what was going on in his mind. However, before I could even pinpoint on the cause he raised his head, looking at me.

Minho gasped as worry took over his face. He came closer to me, his eyes examining my face then going down to my knuckles.

Ah, right. The bruises.

"Taemin..." Minho called out "What happened? Are you okay?" Minho said, examining me to see any other visible wounds

I nodded my head as I laughed "I'm okay, Minho." I said. I couldn't help but be glad to see him.

"No, you're not." He grabbed my wrist, taking me with him. "Idiot." He mumbled.

Minho ended up dragging me to his room and made me sit down on the bed while he got the first-aid kit. He sat down as he opened his kit "Minho, these bruises are mostly gone now. They don't even pain anymore." I said.

"They'll end up leaving a scar." Minho placed the cotton on my cheek bone, causing me to shudder. Not with pain, but with his warm touch. He still didn't look at me. He kept his focus on the first-aid. I admired him for a while. I don't know if its anger or awkwardness that he is feeling but all I know for sure was that if he didn't notice my face he would've probably ran past me.

Once he was done with the first-aid I expected him to finally look at me, asking questions and nagging me like he always does but instead he got up.

I instantly grabbed his wrist.

"Minho..." I called out "Look at me." He hesitantly but finally glanced at me.

"What's wrong?" I questioned and as he looked at me, it was as if every ounce of breath was taken away from my lungs floating into the air like smoke. It was as if my heart fluttered away into millions of butterfly.

"No, n-nothing. I just..." Minho stuttered, trying to phrase whatever he was trying to say. I sighed, pulling his arm and making him sit next to me on the bed.

"Tell me." I insisted.

"Just forget what I said last time, okay? I was angry and I just blabbered something." Minho said but his look said otherwise. Still, I wanted a clear answer.

"So..." I drifted off, he wasn't making any eye contact. "You have no feelings for me?"

"No! No- I mean..." Minho trailed off. I stared deep into his eyes, there was just so much of hesitation in it. "Maybe. But, I just don't want our friendship to be ruined."

Minho looked back at me and there was a moment of silence where it felt like he was contemplating on what to say and the consequences of what he was going to say. He sighed, once again, lowering his gaze as he fiddled with his fingers.