A lovely change with love|2min

chapter 8

Seungmin sat beside Minho, gazing at his peaceful face as he slept. She couldn't help but wonder what secrets his past held, what pain he had endured. "What was your past, Minho, that causes you so much pain?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

After a while, Seungmin stood up, her movements quiet, and cast one last glance at Minho before leaving the room. The soft moon light streaming through the window highlighted the gentle rise and fall of his chest, a stark contrast to the turmoil that seemed to haunt him.

The next morning, Seungmin freshened up and headed to the kitchen, determined to start the day on a positive note. She expertly brewed coffee and prepared a hearty hangover soup. As she worked, her mind wandered to Minho, hoping he would appreciate the gesture.

With breakfast ready, Seungmin made her way to Minho's room, a warm smile on her face. But as she opened the door, her smile faltered. The room was empty with no sign of Minho. Seungmin's eyes scanned the room, confusion etched on her face.

"So, he ghosted me," Seungmin said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She sighed, trying to shake off the feeling. "Well, maybe he needs some time," she rationalized, attempting to understand Minho's behavior.

With a resigned expression, Seungmin turned and headed back to the kitchen, the breakfast she had prepared now seemed like a futile effort.

Minho gently placed the white chrysanthemum on the grave, his eyes fixed on the delicate petals. The name "Areum" was beautifully engraved on the headstone, a poignant reminder of the person who lay beneath. Minho's gaze lingered on the grave, his expression introspective.

"I don't need time," Minho said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was just embarrassed." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "I never showed my vulnerable side to anyone before, except you. So, I'm really embarrassed after last night."

The silence that followed was palpable, the only sound the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Minho's eyes seemed to bore into the grave, as if seeking solace in the memories of the past.

"Something about Seungmin made me feel weird," Minho continued, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "That day when we went together, at first, I thought it was no big deal. But her presence made me feel weird – no, not her presence, her words. Yeah, she's good with words, and it makes me feel weird. I haven't felt like that in a long time."

Minho's gaze drifted away from the grave, his eyes clouding over. "And then I read that message with that painting... it felt like she could read me like an open book. You said no one can understand me better than you, and I felt really frustrated and then that necklace." His voice trailed off, and a sigh escaped his lips.

Minho's eyes refocused on the grave, his expression softened. "I promise, my heart was only occupied by you and if I ever want to change the reason will only be you, your memories will forever be a part of my life so don't worry." Minho smiled and then turned to leave the graveside, the white chrysanthemum a poignant reminder of the emotions that lay beneath his stoic exterior.

Seungmin sat in the dining room, surrounded by the quiet of her home, it was noon. It had been two days since Minho had left. She had tried calling him, but he hadn't answered.

She looked down at the pen and diary in front of her, her mind racing with thoughts. She had considered going to Minho's office, but she wasn't sure how he would react. She didn't want to ruin the little progress they had made.

Just as she was thinking of what to do next, she remembered Changbin and it suddenly hit her,
She immediately picked up her phone and dialed Changbin's number. After a few rings, a voice answered.