Minchan: Fighting The Storms With You

03

It had been a week since I started school here, and I had settled in pretty nicely. I hung out with Jeongin's group, but most of the time, I found solace on the rooftop. Amidst this vast campus, there were a few rooftops, all well-decorated except for this one. Its neglect made it the perfect place for me to stay alone and work on my music.

My classmates were nice, and the teachers were tolerable. Overall, I was content.

But one thing lingered in my mind – Minho. We hadn't spoken of him since that incident. I heard he was at the hospital, but everyone seemed to brush it off. I yearned to see his face.

On Monday, I decided to skip some classes. New beats were swirling in my head, and I needed to work on them before they slipped away. Instead of heading to my class, I made my way directly to the rooftop.

However, that day, my plans were interrupted by something unexpected – something beautiful I found on the rooftop.

As I opened the door to the rooftop and stepped inside, I spotted a boy with brown hair fast asleep under the warm sunlight. I was struck by his beauty; I had never seen anyone quite like him.

I stood there, frozen, just gazing at his features. He had long eyelashes, so thick and lush they seemed almost unreal. His nose had a graceful arch, and his lips were full and pink. His pale skin gave him an ethereal quality, and his brown hair cascaded around him, framing his face in a soft halo. His body was slender and perfectly proportioned, his shirt slightly askew as he shifted in his sleep, revealing a delicate waist.

The sunlight bathed him in its golden glow, making him look like an angel.

I could have written three songs just to capture the essence of his features. I wished I could freeze time in that moment. But the spell was broken when the beautiful boy stirred awake at the sound of the bell. Startled, he scrambled away from me, raising his hands defensively as if expecting harm.

It dawned on me then – I knew him. He was the same guy I had seen on my first day, the one I had been longing to see again. My heart quickened its pace, a strange sensation coursing through me. "What is it?" I wondered, as my heart seemed to have a mind of its own.

~Beep beep beep~

The sound snapped me back to reality. It emanated from the watch the boy was wearing. I watched as he placed a hand over his chest, his movements tentative, as if in pain.

Instinctively, I moved towards him to offer help, but he recoiled, still clutching his chest in fear. He looked just as I remembered from that day – scared and vulnerable.

"Hey, calm down. I won't harm you," I reassured him, taking a step back.

He didn't respond at first, just sat there, breathing heavily. Eventually, he looked up at me, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. His eyes were like crystal pools, deep and mesmerizing, shining with an inner light.

I moved back and sat down, giving him some space. The beeping had ceased, and after a few moments, he seemed to relax.

"I'm Chan, by the way," I said, offering a friendly wave.

I had expected him to be timid and cute, but I was wrong.

"Were you staring at me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice firm and confident.

I coughed, taken aback by his sudden assertiveness, before chuckling nervously. "I was just surprised to see someone here. No one ever comes to this rooftop," I explained.

He stared at me for a moment, then reiterated, "It's my safe place. You can't take it."

"What?" I was genuinely surprised now. 'Is he serious?' I wondered.

"It's my place," he repeated, his tone colder this time.

"I need this place to write music," I stated firmly.

"You write music?" His eyes lit up at the mention of music.

I nodded. "And I can play guitar too."

He looked impressed.

"Okay... you can come here. But don't stare at me while I'm sleeping," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

My heart threatened to burst at that moment, leaving me speechless. I simply nodded in response.

He smiled and stood up, approaching me with his hand outstretched for a handshake.

I took his hand, noticing how different it looked from that morning – lively, cute, and warm, with veins coursing beneath the surface.

"Minho," he said, smiling at me as we shook hands.

Then, he left.

And I was left behind with a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. He was nothing like I had expected.

I was now more curious than ever.