Off limit President || Yungi

- twenty-one -

Yunho || Mingi 

"I don't expect you to forgive me," Mingi said softly, his gaze fixed on the fading embers of the fireworks above. "But I want you to know that I'm trying... I'm trying to be better, to make amends for the mistakes I've made. And if you'll let me, I want to prove to you that I still love you, that I'm willing to fight for us, for our happiness..."

I couldn't find the words to respond to Mingi's heartfelt confession, so I simply hummed in acknowledgment, my gaze fixed on the mesmerizing display unfolding above us. 

In that moment, I didn't want to think about the pain or the hurt, the betrayal and the heartache. 

I just wanted to be present, to soak in the beauty of the fireworks and the warmth of Mingi's presence beside me.

As the bursts of color painted the sky, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a fleeting reprieve from the turmoil of my emotions. 

And when Mingi tentatively reached out, his pinky finger brushing against mine, I felt a spark of connection, a glimmer of the love that had once bound us together.

I didn't hesitate to intertwine our fingers, our hands coming together in a silent gesture of reconciliation. 

It wasn't a grand gesture or a declaration of undying love, but it was a start—a tentative step towards healing the wounds that had torn us apart.

For a moment, we simply sat there, hand in hand, our eyes fixed on the dancing lights above.

As the fireworks continued to light up the night sky, I felt Mingi's fingers gently caressing mine. His touch was soft and tender, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never capture. 

Each gentle stroke, each reassuring squeeze, spoke volumes, and I found myself drawn into the silent conversation between our hands.

We didn't exchange any words, but we didn't need to. Mingi's touch was enough to communicate everything he felt: his regret, his sorrow, his lingering love. 

I could feel his heartbeat through our joined hands, steady and real, grounding me in the present moment.

The fireworks painted the sky in vibrant hues, but all I could focus on was the warmth of Mingi's hand in mine. 

His touch brought back memories of the good times we had shared, the laughter, the moments of pure joy. 

It also reminded me of the pain and betrayal, but for tonight, I chose to set those feelings aside. I wanted to remember the Mingi I had once loved so deeply, the man who had made me feel cherished and safe.

His thumb gently brushed it away, his touch tender and comforting. I looked at him, our eyes meeting in a silent understanding. 

We both knew that words would come later, that we had a long road ahead of us, but for now, this quiet moment of reconnection was enough.

As the last fireworks burst in the sky, filling the air with cheers and applause, I found myself staring into Mingi's eyes. 

The world around us faded, leaving just the two of us in this fragile moment. Mingi reached out and enveloped me in a hug, his arms wrapping around me tightly, as if he could shield me from all the hurt he had caused.

I let my tears fall softly, unable to hold them back any longer. The emotions were too overwhelming, crashing over me in waves. 

I buried my face in his shoulder, gripping his shirt tightly, my body shaking with silent sobs.

"Why, Mingi?" I choked out, my voice barely a whisper against the noise of the fireworks. "Why did you have to be the one to hurt me?"

Mingi's hold on me tightened, and I could feel the tremor in his own body. He was struggling too, trying to keep it together. "Yunho, I'm so sorry," he murmured into my hair. "I never meant to hurt you. I was stupid and reckless."