| CHAPTER THREE |
On the sofa, Minghao sat with his knees tugged to his chest. His thumb was in his mouth, teeth mindlessly biting at the nail, mind at the very well opposite of ease.
Was that... too harsh?
Recalling the phone call with his Father- More so having the time to think it over... He wonders if he overstepped... If what he said would really affect things between them.
But with a shuddered breath, Minghao reminds himself that they weren't fine to begin with, and that a simple sentence wouldn't break whatever was left of the bond they had.
He sighs to himself, slipping his thumb past his lips.
He stands up, hair falling in front of his eyes.
His feet are cold against the hardwood, and his body erupts in many chills when his backside makes contact with the wooden chair.
His kitchen was small, and so was the table he leaned on, but he didn't really mind. Although his apartment wasn't big overall, he always found comfort in the cramped space.
He didn't understand why.
He lets his eyes travel to the wall next to him.
A bulletin board was hung on the wall as decoration, many photos and papers pinned on the wood with colorful pins, Minghao's eyes glittering under the attention seeking light.
He reaches a hand across the table, his lips folded.
His fingers pinch a photo, tugging it off the board.
A small hole from the push pin was shot right through the top of the photo, but Minghao couldn't find it in himself to care, attention solely focused elsewhere.
He looks at the picture, not feeling his frown.
He was smiling in the photo, hand perched up in a piece sign, his Father and Cousin next to him, grinning just like him, maybe even brighter.
Minghao frowns.
He misses his family.
What they used to be.
Aside from his Father, he hadn't seen his Cousin in forever. He wondered if he even remembered him.
It had definitely been a little over a decade.
The last time he saw his cousin was when they were both ten and toothless, coloring in their workbooks, ignoring the teacher when she shouted for them to do their work instead.
Minghao smiles at the memory, taking his lip between his teeth.
He stares at the photo for a moment longer, eyes desperate, wishing he had the opportunity to turn back time... Maybe be happier.
The photo slips from his grip in surprise when a knock comes from his front door.
Furrowing his brows, he turns around.
"MingMing?"
Minghao freezes in his spot, eyes burning.
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