Walking in the Wind | 2Min

Chapter 18

"Classes are off in the afternoon, professors have a meeting.", the class representative announced.

Some of the students cheered while some just collected their things and made their way out of the classroom. Seungmin was a part of neither, he slouched down on his chair with a sigh, lazily staring at his laptop shutting down, following the white circle which went on in a continuous loop.

Finally, when the screen turned black and he got a glimpse of how tired he looked in his reflection, another sigh escaped his lips.

It was usual these days. Wake up, attend uni, go home, study till the brain stopped registering what the eyes saw and then fall asleep (or try to). Attendance was a must since some grade was allotted to it, and by no means did Seungmin want to give them away considering there was a huge syllabus that awaited to be (just) read through at least once.

Outside, the sun wasn't that warm even though it was nearly 1 in the afternoon. Comparing the day with any other summer day, it could be rather called a windy or a cloudy day.
He made his way through the corridors with his eyes focused on the ground, his bag clinging to his shoulders, as some random words from the recent lecture swam across his head.

If something that Seungmin could not pinpoint recently would be his feelings for a certain someone or better to say certain some(two?). For the first time, he felt thankful for studies which somehow proved effective in keeping him away from those thoughts.
But then came Han, who helped the least, from that day onwards he flooded the younger with unnecessary questions, like what he thought of Minho, how the practice was, what did Minho do and the list went on.
Their conversations would only stop when Seungmin would ask similar questions to Han.
But that's not the point here, all these things that Han asked would make him focus more on certain things that mostly went unnoticed, and sadly (or maybe happily, who knows) got him asking himself some questions that he never thought he would have to find the answers to.

The walk to his home was short, but the closer he got, the more he didn't feel like being there.
He paused in front of his main gate briefly looking at his house (that felt less of home) before his legs decided to carry him to a different street, and he let them do so, walking mindlessly through the not-so-familiar-yet-quite-familiar street.

It wasn't until he noticed a signboard around a corner, that he realised where he has come unconsciously.
Bushes, a narrow path, a slope and memories of a night from days back. Once again, he let his legs carry him up the slope.

.

Minho, on the other hand, was lost in his world, his diary, and his ink pen. Sitting under a tree in his favourite place that overlooked the city, the sky overcast now, without the hint of neither the sun nor rain. Just wind blowing.
One hand rested on the pages acting as a weight while the other stained the white pages with blue.

_

.......but there will be a difference, an insignificant one, quite difficult to notice.

Me.

It will be as if I never existed.

Just like the way I want it to be......

_

"Minho hyung?" A voice brought him back to reality. His fingers tightened around the pen as he froze for a moment, before relaxing and turning towards the voice he recognised quite well.

"Oh hey...um...you know this place?" Minho sounded a bit disturbed.

Seungmin could sense that quite well. He felt a bit guilty but there was nothing he wanted to change about that night.
"I uh.. followed you the other night, you know when you were drunk. And today unconsciously I got here."