POSSIBLY | MinChan AU

CHAPTER 5 | Realizations

Bangchan's Point of View

"With the power vested in me as president of this beloved university. I now pronounce you, Das Ende graduates! Once again Congratulations to the batch of 2020-2021!" The whole function hall was filled with screams of joyous victory. I looked around looking for Minho in the crowd since we weren't seated next to each other. Suddenly an arm wraps around my shoulder. When I looked over to my left he stood there greeting me with a smile. 

"Let's go" He whispers to me, pulling me by the hand away for the masses. We ran as quickly as we could. Arriving at the children's playground of our condominium. In one of the pavilions was a balloon tied to a rock. Underneath it was two bingsu take out cups and a small paper bag. He leads me to take a seat where the stuff was. 

"Surprise!" He says laughing, this is one of the times I saw him this happy. It breaks me knowing I might not see it again. He opens one of the cups and hands it to me. 

"We should eat this before it melts, I didn't expect the delivery guy to get instructions this well." He explains while he took off his cap and gown, And so did I. Bingsu was a celebratory dessert we have every year when we accomplish another year of school. This would be the last celebration we will have. 

"Oh, what's in the paper bag is yours." He says, looking at me dead in the eye. He became serious all of a sudden. I grab the paper bag and peeked inside to see a wooden music box. I took it out and was about to play it when he stopped me.

"Open it when you want to remember me." He says looking down at the box.

"Okay, I'll open it when I land in Australia," I reply, placing the music box back into the paper bag. Once we finished our food, he asks to have one last dance with me. It was weird that he didn't play any song but we just held each other in the middle of the pavilion. It was quiet, even birds or the wind didn't make any noise. There wasn't much of an exchange of words, rather just actions. 

The following day his parent drove us to the airport. Last night we fell asleep cuddled up on the sofa. A month ago I wasn't able to confess during our retreat, though it was the same place and spot. Which made it a nostalgic moment. The same thing happened as it did four years ago, we just assured each other of our friendship. 12 years ago I meet the person I never knew I'll love beyond bounds. and Today we separate for an unknown amount of time. 

"This is it, we will be heading our own ways," I said as we stood in front of our terminals. He had a smile on but you could see the sadness in his eyes. If he would tell me to stay I would, I'd cancel my flight right then and there and go to America with him. So that he could pursue his dreams. 

"After 12 years we've finally reached the end." He replies, voice trembling with each word. He still managed to keep eye contact. I pull him into an embrace, holding him as tight as I could. Savouring what is left of our time together. 

"Please proceed to board your respective terminals, flights leave in 10 minutes. Thank you!" The speakers remind me of how short of a moment I have had with him. I don't want to let go, but should I hold on? should I try? would I risk it? 

"Open the box when you land. So, you wouldn't miss me too much." He says, wiping his tears away. I place my hand on his cheek, caressing it with my thumb. The seldom times he makes himself vulnerable, are always with me. 

"I would always miss you, cause you wouldn't be next to me," I reply, the music box would not ease the pain of losing someone I love. But I guess it is also my fault for being the coward that I am. I took his hand and placed my gift for him, a key chain shaped like a sphere. It's actually a hidden locket. That if he twists it right he would be able to open it and see all our photos from our first graduation together we met to the last one we had.