Collision || Lee Know

Welcome home, Minho

I didn't know if I should whether sit there quietly or completely tensed. Should I dare to throw a glance at him or just stare out of the window. Either way, I indeed was stressing, but I think it was because of my father. I could be stressing about his presence later on. Why was he at my place in general? Did he plan on visiting me? I doubt. Now he really got the chance to take over Seo-has role, but I don't think that was his intention at all. We were nothing after all.. Or are we still a thing? How should I even talk to him? Do we talk at all? "Don't worry. He's going to be alright." I shortly faced him. Before I could fully look away, I remained staring at him for another few seconds. Min.. My Minho.. He didn't look okay. It nearly broke my heart to see his state this way. The heavy eyebags, the way too outgrown dark hair and pale skin. His soft coloured features suddenly seemed so dead, it hurt. He hid himself underneath an oversized hoodie and some wide pants. He used to wear a bright T-shirt and even tuck it into some jeans, defining his figure, but now I couldn't even tell how his body state was at all. I swallowed. "And you.. Are you-" he interrupted me. "What exactly happened? Did he hurt himself badly?" I fastly blinked, leaning into the seat again. "I uh.. I'm not too sure. He was found unconscious. But my brother didn't seem too relaxed about it either. I mean, he seemed alright to me. Even yesterday we ate breakfast together and talked normally.. I don't know." I rubbed my forehead. "Did I maybe miss out on something?" I quietly questioned myself. "You didn't. It probably came sudden for him as well. Don't make yourself crazy about it and wait what they doctors say." I slowly nodded, searching for my phone. It wasn't with me.. "What is it?" I sighed deeply. "My phone. I dropped it earlier. I forgot it. I wanted to call Min-joon though." I lowered my gaze onto the phone he held over. "Take mine." I didn't react for a moment, but eventually took his offer. My mind was everywhere but not here, causing me to accidentally type in my password instead, which was simply four seven. I furrowed my eyebrows at the realisation that I unlocked it.

Flashback

"Aaand.. Number Seven wins!" I shouted, throwing in the ball. "Lame. Don't praise yourself after nearly failing the basket," Henry complained. "Also, I thought number seven doesn't play one against one," he murmured. "Are you mad cause you lost?" I questioned teasingly. "Why should I? It was close." I scoffed, sitting onto the bench. "Taerim, your password. I wanna capture Henry's humiliated face," Ji-kyoung spoke up. "Four times seven." Henry groaned. "Seriously. Why always seven?" I weakly smiled. It all started with seven. My first word was seven.. No idea why. My mom never told me. On my seventh birthday I learned to ride a bike. In the seventh grade I wrote my first exam which got the best grade in class. The seventh of January two years ago I had realised I liked a boy for the first time. And at exactly seven pm a few months later I stared at the clock as he knocked at my window.. And I figured out that I loved him. I connected something with that number, which somehow only always was positive.

End of flashback

But then why was it his password? I ignored the fact, deciding to firstly call my brother. "Minho? Why you calling?" I threw a quick glance at Minho for the fact that he had my brothers number. "It's me," I corrected. "Taerim? Hold up, are you two together right now?" I brushed his question off. "I'm coming right now. To the hospital. How is he?" I asked. "It's all good. The doctors said he was overworking himself and forgot to drink and eat enough or get enough sleep in general. It's nothing serious, so don't worry." I breathed out in relief. "You don't need to come. We'll be home in a few hours anyway. He just needs some rest." I scratched the back of my neck. "But we're nearly there," I whispered. "Then I don't know. Go wherever. Have a nice meal and talk or some. You know.. The snow is a sign today." I waved air into my face. "You hot?" I felt a breeze hitting my face as he rolled down the window.. Not directly. "It's Taerim? Tell her she doesn't need to come," I heard dad quietly in the back. "Is it dad? Give me to-" Min-joon cut me off. "Forget it. As if you ever cared that much before. I'm hanging up." My eyes widened. "No, hold up.." And with that, he was gone. Right, I didn't. I just didn't want to be in pure silence with Minho again, having to tell him we drove for nothing. "So, is he alright?" He questioned. "Uh, yeah. He's good. No need to worry. Thanks for driving as well.. It's just.. Can we turn around again?" I requested. "What? You not visiting him anymore?" I gazed at his phone as it lit up in my hands.