𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘁𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗶𝗮 - TMR AU, Minho.

12 - 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘸

As the night settles in, I find myself sitting alone in the quiet aftermath of the birthday 'party'. The laughter and music have faded, leaving behind a heavy silence that weighs on my heart.

It's like I'm carrying a bag of bricks, each memory weighing me down a little.

I can't shake the feeling of sadness that lingers in the air, like a dark cloud hanging over me.
I miss the way things used to be, when I was happy, and in love.

I can't even remember the last time I had fun, without waves of sadness hitting me every time something reminded me of my miserable past, which was now trying to get back in my life.

As I sat in the quiet corner of a club, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't stop them in time.
I wish things were different, that I could go back to the times when I was truly happy.

But the more I think about it, I slowly realize that I was barely ever happy.
It was just a matter of time when I started to realize that something was wrong in my life.

Although I could still feel things without guilt washing over me. And now everything has just fallen apart because of one stupid mistake I made.

If I could go back in time, I would never trust that man, but things aren't that easy, are they?

Minho sat down beside me, holding two drinks. "Want one?" I nodded and took the drink from his hand. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing much." I pulled my knees closer to my chest. "Just chillin' on the club floor."
"Cool." He took a sip of his drink.

"Did you need something?" I asked with a hesitation.
"No." He shook his head. "Everyone is having fun and you're sitting here on your own. Figured something was wrong but I won't ask you."

"Thanks."
"For?"
"For not forcing me to tell you things." I took a sharp breath.
"Don't mention it darling."

"Don't call me that." I try to keep my face serious.
"Does it make you uncomfortable?"
"No."
"Alright then, darling." He smiled.

I love that smile. Yet I don't dare to tell him that.
Hopefully, someday I won't be this miserable.
Then I can confess to him how I never stopped loving him.

"I came up with a name for a puppy." He broke the silence.
"Really? What do you have in mind?"
"Siggy."

"Really, Minho?" His laughter echoed in my ears as I laughed too.
"Come on! I want to see Frypan's face when you call your dog Siggy."
"Alright, Siggy it is." I say, still laughing.

As our laughter tapered off, a comfortable silence settled between us.
In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness, a shared understanding that went beyond words.

It's funny how laughter has this way of breaking down walls, of making us feel connected in ways we never imagined.
It's in those moments of shared laughter that I feel truly alive.

The club was alive with the pulsating beats of the music, but here, in this quieter corner, it felt more peaceful.

Sitting on the floor, surrounded by the neon lights, I found myself drawn to him.
As he leaned back against the wall, I nestled closer, feeling the warmth of his body next to mine.

With a sigh, I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes for a moment.

I knew I would regret that gesture, but I couldn't resist myself.

In that moment, it felt like everything I ever needed. The chaos of the club faded away, and all I could focus on was the steady rhythm of his breath.

as I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer, I couldn't help but smile.

One part of myself was screaming at me to get away, but I couldn't. I needed this.

I needed his arms wrapped around me. No words, no nothing, just a little hug which would make me forget every other problem I had. At least for a second.

"If you had a chance to get back in time, would you still leave without telling me?" I could feel my voice shaking.

"If I had a chance to get back in time, and if I knew how much my actions would destroy you, I wouldn't even leave."

Tears slowly streamed down my face, which grew into big sobs.
I couldn't stop myself, even though I desperately wanted to not let him see how weak I really was.

I tried to free myself from his arms as I felt ashamed of myself. Instead, he held me tighter.

"You're not weak." He mumbled, close to my ears, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

Eventually I freed myself from his hug and leaned back to the wall.

"If you tell anyone about this-"
"I know, you'll break this glass, pick up the sharpest part of it and kill me with it." He looked at me and chuckled. "Don't worry. Your little secret is safe with me."

Sitting there beside him, the air heavy with unspoken words, I felt a knot tighten in my chest. How had we ended up here, from childish dates to having this insane tension between us?

I couldn't shake the ache of loss.
I never wanted to lose him.

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a flicker of the love we once shared, buried beneath layers of guilt and sadness we both felt.

At that moment, I made a silent vow to myself. I wouldn't let our love fade into memory.

It would be hard, knowing all these scars would make me look like a monster, but I could give it a try.

I could see myself trying to finally be happy.

Okay I kinda like this chapter.

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