𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

하나

as night fell the blue haze of day lifted to reveaed the stars. he always felt that this was closer to the truth of who we are. he wondered, if we were nocturnal would we feel more connected to those far away stars, perhaps sensing the fragility of Earth all the more. To him the night was when the curtain was pulled back, when we got to see out of the window we call "the sky" to the universe beyond.

letting the sole of his dance shoes brush against the floor, he plugged in his earpiece and let the music consume him.

minho has mastered the art of have learned to fly solo, it did bring his convenience. however, it definitely didn't relief the emptiness in his heart.

" talk to someone if you're lonely! "
- contact ___ now :)

it definitely wasn't easy, putting up a tough facade whenever he had juniors swarming around him in crowds, admiration evident in their widened eyes. it was especially challenging masking the look of despair when he had peers who would always find away to chip away at his confidence.

to be truly alone is more than the sensation of loneliness or eternal isolation. it is the emptiness that resonates deeply in his heart, hiding away the hope of being loved under its crushing weight.

" I guess it wouldn't hurt to try..."
he dialled the number on the poster and saved it on his phone. he watched the cars pass by him without a care . if was like he didn't even matter...

" get it together Lee know. You can do it. Just for a-another day. "
he told himself that every single day. the kind of misery that he laid down with everyday. the kind of pain, like a book of what hurts him and it takes courage to read pages inked in his own tears.