𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

55 | MUSE

*Song rec - everytime we fall
by noui, heiakim*

We walk into his room and even though I had seen it before, now it was daytime and the sun shining through his white curtains made the space feel more peaceful. His room had a feeling of calmness, no wonder he loved being in there.

I smile and go to his desk, my finger grazing over the paper "You kept it?" I look back over my shoulder and see Minho's eyes widen for a second before nodding slowly.

"Yeah" I look back to the familiar butterfly drawing. A small smile played on my lips, turning around, and my finger slid along the shelves. There wasn't any dust in sight like he goes back to this book often.

I look at him and notice him going through a stack of notebooks. I bite my lip, containing my smile as I sit down on his bed.

Pulling out a basic navy blue journal, he opens it and lets his fingers slide along the paper. I admire his shape features as he looks through the material.

His eyes caught mine but I didn't look away. He walks to me slowly and hands me the journal.

"What's this?" I ask with a soft smile, grabbing it but not opening it.

Minho sits on the floor by my feet, facing me and shrugging as he nervously plays with his hands.

"This is the journal I had when moving here" He starts, "I wrote a lot about the struggle of it, making new friends that weren't friends at all and..." He wandered and grabbed the journal from me, flipping through the pages and I look as he does so.

Words, lots of words in his handwriting—making it much more personal. Some words were sloppier than others and some were crossed out like he had made a mistake.

He gives it back and opened to a certain page. "J-Just read it"

I grab it and inhale, looking into his anxious eyes and nodding. My eyes start to read the page he had opened, confusing me immediately.

I had never seen him before. I did hear about him though, the words they described him as. Rich and maybe a bit snobby but more important they called him beautiful.
I was never the one to care if someone was good-looking, if they had a bad personality I automatically disliked them.
I didn't try to know him or pick him out from a crowd of unfamiliar faces. When they called him and shouted this nickname I didn't dare look up to see who the boy was, I had no want or need to do so.
Months and months I went without knowing how he looked, I didn't care.

Today was different. I had gotten tired of hearing about this boy and so finally, I looked up to catch the eyes of his big brown ones. He seemed shocked, shocked that I looked at him.
I didn't see irritation or arrogance, I saw someone who looked like he had been caught stealing. He seemed innocent in a way that I couldn't describe.
Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever once heard the boy answer all the shouts and calls to him. He would only walk past us and into the school.

I stop reading and look up to Minho who looked down. I turn to a few pages after and land on one.

I couldn't stop observing him.
His eyes were always down on his notebook, never paying attention to the world around him. He was a lot like me.
He seemed like the odd one out in every situation, whether it be in class or just walking in the halls. He didn't have a group following him or for him to follow, he was always alone and I wasn't sure if that was his doing or others.
I came close to talking to him but quickly shut myself down as I didn't want to be the first to bother the boy. He seemed like he wanted to be alone but other times I felt like he wanted company.
Maybe this is just me trying to convince myself that he liked being alone to hide my cowardness.

I closed the journal, making him look up at me. "You wrote about me—" I start, and shook my head "You noticed me since you moved here?"

Minho nods "How could I not?" He chuckles nervously "You we're the talk of the school"

I look down "I remember that week you were new" I meet his eyes "It finally felt like I wasn't the center of attention all of the time"

"Well, you welcome" He jokes and I slap his shoulder playfully.

Laughter filled the room and I look at him as we both smiled "Do you still write about me?"

Minho looks away and I could tell he grew nervous "Y-Yeah"

I run my fingers through the boy's soft brown hair, making him look at me "Wanna know something?" I whisper and he hums. "You are also my muse"

Minho smiles "Oh yeah?"

I nod with a soft smile. His eyes sparkled and it was always so hard for me not to fall into them. Minho was beautiful, he was my muse. He was for a long time and though there was a period where I didn't like the fact that he was the source of my inspiration, I couldn't find it in me to regret it.

For a long time, I longed to see his face up close, to see the details and the natural smile lines. And his eyes, they held so much more than what he showed.

Minho was perfect and he continued to show me how I could be too.

*Song rec - everytime we fall
by noui, heiakim*

So, this is goodbye... kinda

I went ahead and combined the last two chapters because they were shorter and there was no need to separate them.

Tomorrow I will try to put out the epilogue that I mentioned. It will be long because it will span across a few years on Minho's and Jisung's relationship as they get older.

I'm so sad this book is now officially completed. I am so happy and thankful for everyone who has continued to support this book and all of my stories.

You can check out my other books if that is something you are interested in.

Love you all unconditionally,
Sierra <3