TYPE:
🔲 General Fiction | ✔️ Taekook ff | 🔲 Non-Fiction
Date Started: 07.20.2023
Date Finished: 08.20.2023
Words : 154,789
Avg Chapter: 3,440
*THIS IS NOT AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER STORY. IT'S A TWILIGHT FF.
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Kook,
Yeah, I miss you, too. A lot. Doesn't change anything. Sorry.
Minghyu
He still wouldn't text me back and only wrote me notes. I assume this was his main method of communicating besides phasing into a wolf and barking my ears off.
I ran my fingers across the page, feeling the dents where he had pressed the pen to the paper so hard that it had nearly broken through. I could picture him writing this — scrawling the angry letters in his rough handwriting, slashing through line after line when the words came out wrong, maybe even snapping the pen in his too-big hand; that would explain the ink splatters. I could imagine the frustration pulling his black eyebrows together and crumpling his forehead.
If I'd been there, I might have laughed. 'Don't give yourself a brain hemorrhage, Minghyu,' I would have told him. 'Just spit it out.'
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Laughing was the last thing I felt like doing now as I reread the words I'd already memorized. His answer to my pleading note — passed from Jaewoo to Minho to him, just like second grade, as he'd pointed out — was no surprise. I'd known the essence of what it would say before I'd opened it.
What was surprising was how much each crossed-out line wounded me — as if the points of the letters had cutting edges. More than that, behind each angry beginning lurked a vast pool of hurt; Minghyu's pain cut me deeper than my own.
While I was pondering this, I caught the unmistakable scent of a smoking burner rising from the kitchen. In another house, the fact that someone besides myself was cooking might not be a cause for panicking.
I shoved the wrinkled paper into my back pocket and ran, making it downstairs in the nick of time. The jar of spaghetti sauce Jaewoo'd stuck in the microwave was only on its first revolution when I yanked the door open and pulled it out.
"What did I do wrong?" Jaewoo demanded.
"You're supposed to take the lid off first, Dad. Metal's bad for microwaves." I swiftly removed the lid as I spoke, poured half the sauce into a bowl, and then put the bowl inside the microwave and the jar back in the fridge; I fixed the time and pressed start.
