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Saudade

Saudade

Noun;

A deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent

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Stupid... Stupid... Stupid... Who do these people think we are? Making me of all people find one of their members.

Han, Minho has only seen him a handful of times. Both times 'n' which one; was frantically trying to find his sibling and accomplice, and two; He didn't really reveal his face. All Minho had to go off of was the deep dark blue hair that hung over his dark orbs. How was he even supposed to find him or know its him? Minho groaned in frustration. Boy was he a little mad, this city is huge. In what reality do they find themselves in knowing where the younger hides and goes and doesn't think to tell the one person who's on a mission to find him and waste his day away?

Minho double checked and told Seungmin and Felix to stay safe and not leave the hotel under any circumstances. Thankfully, that's one less thing he had to worry about. Minho made his way through the street market sneaking through the wave of people who were sketching him out. The scent of grease mixing was beginning to make him feel nauseous, fresh fish hanging from lines, fresh fruit in baskets, stripped leathers filled the area. The lighting was rather blinding mixed between the sunshine and spotlights on the copious amounts of jewelleries. He should have eaten. But he had no appetite then. His stomach hurt thinking about it.

He picked up and exchanged a few coins along the way carrying a few bags, down the alley way. Still had no sign of Han, and by now it was going to be dark, the sun was beginning to set almost making him ready to give up.

He didn't even have a phone to contact the boys to let them know he would be later then expected, so this was great. He took a breather by sitting on an empty crate just outside the alley way from the street market.

'Ugh... How am I supposed to find Han!' Minho thought aloud to himself, leaning back staring at the bags of which held small fruits, another bag held some expired bread. He closed his eyes rolling his head away and swallowed thickly.

He was hungry, but he needed to make sure the other two ate. It was a bloody apple. He was sure Felix and Seungmin wouldn't even notice it gone.

The temptation filled his gut, and he tore into the bread bag instead.

"You!" His ears perked up at the voice that yelled. Quickly scanning the area, he noticed a group that has their attention on him. It was a group of underground street fighters from a few days ago. When he kicked their asses individually.

They seemed to have been on a mission. Oh, the irony of this small world. If he wasn't starving and looking for some blue-haired hot boy, its literally the fact he found himself being taunted by some group.

"Shit!"

Minho didn't even care in the moment he left all his stuff he had just purchased. These guys lost fair and square in the 'ring'. There should be no reason they are pissed off. Quickly bolting the opposite direction of them dodging between people and carts, earning a few swears from people.

"Sorry, out of the way!" Minho quickly stammered out rounding another corner, he tripped stumbling into a barrel falling onto the ground. His held his left should and arm specifically gritting his teeth. He was dazed and confused trying to stand up, but he kept falling down. Every part of his body ached from his less than graceful fall.