I Always Smile, But Is It Always Real?✅

chapter 34

"It is beautiful, everything is just so beautiful" Minho said as he started at the sky.

The weather was pleasent, it was evening. The sky had begun to get darker.

Minho just started at the sky as he closed his eyes and felt the breeze. He found everything beautiful. The bitterness he felt was no more.

It had been nearly a month since Taeyong left to the company. Minho's family was getting better. His parents started spending more time with him.

They could do it as Minho had summer holidays. In those holidays he had learnt a lot, about his parents. They learnt a lot about him.

One major thing he had observed, they changed. They weren't harsh anymore, they were gentle with him.

They didn't just yell at him anymore, they let him speak. Let him explain himself. When they did that he got really shocked.

He could remember the day clearly, the day it all started, he cut himself for the first time.

He could remember their words and the decision he took that day, of never sharing his problems with them. And now the same people, were letting him speak.

Were trying to understand him, it took him some time to adjust to their new behaviour. He chuckled at the memory.

It amused him how much people could change, not only for the worst but for the best. The negativity was completely fading away.

The negativity he had lived with for theses two years was replaced with a positivity. Hope for a better future.

He had even talked about his passion for dance. It took him a lot of courage as his overthinking made him think about the worst scenarios possible.

But when he did it, the result was unexpected. They accepted it. Without any drama.

Now it was another shock, he thought that overthinking had always helped him guided him but the reality was far more better than his imagination.

It made him question himself, if Rhino was wrong all along.

There were many questions inside his head, the questions he had never dared to ask. He was tempted to ask them now.

"Minho come down, aren't you hungry!?" Yelled his mother from downstairs.

"Yes, I am coming" said Minho. Minho ran downstairs, as his stomach was making many sounds telling him that it wanted food.

He walked to the dining table and sat down and began eating.

"It is really good" said Minho munching it down as if he hadn't eaten in centuries.

"Eat slowly" said his mother laughing at her son's antics.

"Yeah eat slowly, no one is going to steal your food" said his dad putting his newspaper away. Minho just ignored them and began eating slower than before.

Soon, he completed his meal and got up.

"Minho, have you thought about it?" Asked his father. Minho panicked. His father was asking him about what he was planning to do next

Looking at his son's expression he panicked and immediately began speaking.

"Minho you don't have to worry so much, decide slowly" said his father.

That was the problem, he couldn't decide. He didn't want to regret it again. He didnt know if it was wrong or right.

He didn't if he could or not, it was a really big decision. He didn't want to make mistakes regarding it. He wanted it to be perfect.