she didn't know what home was supposed to mean, but she knew how home felt.
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contains spoilers
fem!reader
intended lowercase
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imagine: the first time minho wrote you a love letter
a/n: im back yall + kind of short + slight angst
MINHO
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LOVE LETTER the waves were short, barely reaching shore. the sound of them crashing against the sand was peaceful, almost distracting me from the tears rolling down my face, and the dull ache throbbing in my heart. the large lump that formed in my throat went by unnoticed, telling a story through my sobs.
i was sat by the docks, alone and unaccompanied except for my thoughts. the gigantic boat slightly bobbed up and down caused by the waves. it's almost like it's taunting me, because there was a huge possibility that we could set off into the ocean without my boyfriend. my minho.
it's been six months since the last time i saw minho. it's been six months since the last time my heart was full of love and faith, now filled with heartbreak and dread. there's not one day that goes by, where i don't think about minho. it's hard not to, especially when the last time i saw him, he was getting thrown into the back of a berg.
i curse myself everyday for not doing something. i could have pulled him along with me, i could have pushed myself off of newt to get to him. hell, i could have sacrificed myself for minho, but i didn't. now, he's somewhere in the last city, getting drained of all the life out of him. i think that's my fault.
a couple of hours ago, the others and i were in the meeting room. i'd been silent the whole day. that is until, thomas had pulled out a map with a big circle, circling a city. the last city. thomas explained that was where minho and other immunes could have been held at, and said that he wanted to take a couple people there to get them all back.
i, of course, volunteered to help. i refuse to miss a chance to get the love of my life back, and i was eager to. my determination and energy spiked, and people were slightly surprised at how fast i volunteered. though, vince squashed my hope when he said he wasn't going to risk all these people for 'one man'.
even though i'm still mad at him, i understand and see his perspective. so, now, i sit by the docks with a crumpled piece of paper in my hands. i feel helpless, and sort of pathetic for sitting alone with a piece of paper that holds so much meaning to me.
my bloodshot eyes leave the boat for a moment, averting them to look down at the stained piece of paper that are being held in my hands like fine china. it's been giving me a lot of comfort, remembering the time when minho first given me this letter, he and the feeling of love and security i had when i first read it.
'the wind blew gently into the homestead, swinging the hammock minho and i had unofficially shared, just slightly. it was just sunrise, but i'd been up longer before that. we'd, been up longer before that.
