Lovely Boxer - LeeKnow

02: Moving Day Pt.2

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Good day in my mind, safe to take a step out
Get some air now, let your edge out.

-Good days-SZA-

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Minho POV:

The alarm buzzed insistently at 8 a.m. on a Saturday, pulling me from a restless sleep. Today was the day I move into my new home. I had spent the previous night packing my things, surrounded by a chaotic mix of clothes, books, and memories.

After a quick breakfast of toast and coffee, I picked up my phone to call the moving service. The familiar chatter of the morning news played softly in the background as I paced the kitchen. I was nervous but eager. My parents had been so supportive, yet I could sense a hint of sadness in their voices whenever they talked about my move.

While I waited for the movers to arrive, my parents walked into the kitchen. Their expressions were a mix of pride and melancholy. My mom, with her warm smile, looked like she wanted to say something encouraging, but her eyes betrayed her emotions.

"Mom, Dad, you can't be this upset. I'm only a few streets away," I reassured them, trying to lighten the mood.

"But Minho," my mom replied softly, her voice thick with emotion, "couldn't you just stay here? We wouldn't mind if you lived with us forever. We'd still be proud of you."

"Mom, please don't say that. I want this; I need to move out. I promise I'll visit often, so don't worry," I insisted, hoping to ease her concerns.

My dad chimed in, his tone more practical. "Exactly. This is an important step for you. You need to figure things out on your own." I appreciated his support, even if it didn't fully quell my mom's worries.

Just then, my phone rang. It was the moving service.

"We're here, sir. We'll be up to your apartment in a few minutes."

"Great! Please come up; everything's ready."
I hung up, adrenaline surging through me. Turning to my parents, I announced,
"The movers are here."
 They nodded in acknowledgment, the sadness still lingering in their eyes.

The movers arrived promptly, and as they began loading my boxes onto the truck, I took a moment to glance around the house. It was filled with echoes of laughter and love, the kind of warmth that only a home can provide. I carefully placed a few fragile items into the back seat of my car. Once everything was loaded, I gave the movers the address to my new place. Watching the truck drive away felt surreal, like I was sending a piece of my life into the unknown.

I turned back to my parents, who were standing close together, their hands intertwined. They wrapped me in a tight hug, their arms encircling me like a protective barrier. I could feel my mom's heart beating against my cheek.

"Be safe, and don't hesitate to call us if you need anything,"
 they urged in unison, their voices filled with a blend of concern and love.

"I'll be fine! I'll get going now,"
 I said, trying to project confidence even as a part of me felt like a child again.

Just then, my mom called out, "Wait!"
 She dashed back inside the house. I watched her, a mix of fondness and exasperation blooming in my chest. Moments later, she returned holding two bundles of tiffin boxes, wrapped carefully in vibrant cloth.

"Mom, what's all this?" I asked, bewildered.

"Just a few side dishes," she replied, her voice softening. "In case you miss home-cooked food. Promise me you'll eat well and not rely on take-out too often. If you need anything, just call, and I'll bring it over." She looked at me, her eyes pleading.

I chuckled lightly, feeling both amused and touched. "I can take care of myself, you know. But thanks for the food," I replied, smiling. The thought of my mom's cooking, the warmth and flavors that always made me feel at home, was comforting.

We walked to the car together, my parents flanking me like a protective shield. Despite my insistence that I could leave on my own, they weren't having it, and honestly, I didn't mind. I secured the tiffin boxes in the front seat with a seatbelt, just like I had seen my mom do countless times.

"I love you both so much. I promise I'll visit often and call whenever I can, okay?"
 I felt a lump in my throat, the gravity of the moment weighing down on me.

"Go on, before I start crying," my mom said, a tear escaping from the corner of her eye. My heart ached at the sight, and I smiled back at them, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over me.

As I climbed into the driver's seat, I took one last look at my parents. Their figures appeared smaller in the rearview mirror, the house looming behind them like a guardian watching me go. I rolled down the window for one final goodbye, feeling a mix of excitement and nostalgia. The road ahead was uncertain, but it was mine to navigate.

As I drove away, the city gradually unfolded before me. The familiar streets buzzed with life, but I was focused on the journey ahead. I could hardly contain my excitement; this was a new chapter, a blank canvas for me to fill with my experiences. I couldn't wait to see my new apartment, to set up my space just the way I liked it, and to explore the neighborhood.

(a/n: Don't worry, they'll meet soon! Please leave your comments!)

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