Walking in the Wind | 2Min

Chapter 1

'My fingers glide across the foggy glass,
making patterns unknown,
The places where they've been before, grow translucent once more.
The coffee froth reduces to a thin fragile crust
While I sit there gazing outside,
Wondering, when was summer last.

It's not winter here,
It is June.
And the sky is not starless,
But it misses the moon.'

'"Lee Minho! For God's sake, please keep the ink bottle capped when you're in your poetry land or whatever it is. "

It took him by surprise but he maintained his demeanor.
''Tch....Calm down hyung..... I'm very cautious about it.'', said the younger, totally ignoring his flatmate.

''Calm down? And cautious my ass.....last time I checked, I got you this new bottle because the previous one dropped and let's not forget who saved your assignment from having ink spills all over it."', he said as he kept rotating the cap until it's tight enough.

"Hmmm... And who was the one who dropped it?"

"Me. I was. But it was you who kept it open! That was freaking plastic, it wouldn't have broken just by falling! Who uses these ink pens nowadays?"

"If no one, then this one and only Lee Know uses it... And it's an art you know...it's creativity.... Ever heard of calligraphy?", he replied with a scoff.

"Stop making faces... And calligraphy? What you scribble in that secret diary of yours could hardly be called calligraphy... We all know how beautiful your handwriting is! "

"Oh please... It's better than yours... And ... Can you not mind your own business?.... I'm trying to do something here."

"Sure sure.... Whatever sails your boat. Why do I even bother?"
He left the room slightly pulling the door behind.

Minho went back to his diary, a little ink blotch around the portion he held his pen through the (in his terms) 'unnecessary ink pen' conversation.

"Uh.. Where was I?..... Yeah.. Hmm"

'Then why the fog?' - you ask
It's the rain and the cloud
And the mind screaming out so loud.

The sight that I see now
Is completely hazy
And a path with so much uncertainty.
I wonder what traveling though it might be like.
Will I succeed?
Or will I not?
If yes, then how? '

"Oi, I forgot to tell you what I came for previously." Chan stood near the door carefully checking if the ink bottle is still in the state he left it in.

Minho was infuriated at this point. He put his pen down, sighed, looked at Chan and gave him the sweetest smile he could muster.
"And what is it my sweet, sweet hyung?"
"Professor Min asked you to meet him as soon as possible. "

"Oh...", he bacame serious for a moment,"Okay......Any idea why? "

"Nope...and yeah...Changbin and Jisung may drop by later. ''
Chan left the room after informing, clearly noticing the irritation marked on Minho's face.

"Another one of those noisy nights", he sighed. He rested his head on the table for a while and then finished the 'something' he was trying to write for so long.

' It's not winter here,
It is June.
And the sky is not starless,
But it misses the moon.'

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Just as Minho presumed, there was chaos next door. He didn't even bother to greet them as it became an usual headache for him after Chan decided to do their so called project in their flat. There was no particular time they went home and sometimes they slept over or better, didn't even sleep.

Even though it irritated him, he accepted it, he didn't even think of getting a new flatmate or changing rooms with someone.
Reasons? Well, it took him time to warm up to someone, which he did with Chan. And he knew that Chan cared (that guy literally fed him when necessary!)
And most importantly he hated to be lonely (well, most of the times). He needed that constant reminder that someone is there or his thoughts would eat him alive.
And that, that's the only reason he doesn't mind the sound/noise that they make. And another thing is- those guys are hella talented!

Just like any other those nights, he slept, sandwiching his head between two pillows. Drifting away into darkness while sometime he woke up to any one of them or all of them, yelling or laughing.

His morning alarm went off. Well it was Chan barging into his room and violently shaking him to wake up. It was their usual routine now and again, Minho didn't complain.

"Hmm hyung...... I'm awake....now go away" he mumbled, barely audible.

"Get up or be late. I'm off, bye."Chan said and walked out of the room.

"Urghhh.... ", he groaned into his pillow, shook his head and finally sat up.

He went out to the washroom, noticing Changbin, sleeping peacefully on their sofa while hugging a cushion.
"These guys... Tch. " He shook his head and continued with his morning routine.

As he was getting ready, Han came in brushing his teeth, "Oh, hyung, I had to ask you a favor."

"Talk after washing your mouth bro, it's gross." He said making a disgusted face.

It just took him few seconds after that to spit, wash and talk again.
"So, as I was saying.... Look, we know you excel in your classes and teachers praise you a lot... You are caring and good with words. And most importantly you know how to make things interesting and understanda-"

"Get to the point Han Jisung"

'Yeah....Yeah... ' He scratched his head and continued, "so .....um...wouldyoumindtutoringmyfriend?"
Han looked at him expecting a positive answer.

But all Minho did was to fix his shoes and leave with a "HowAboutANo?" while mocking Han and that same old smirk on his face.