Cool about it [MINWON]

Class of 2013.

Kim Mingyu was a trainwreck.

Except the train was on fire, and the tracks were on fire, and the entire train station was on fire.

So, yeah, he wasn't living his best life.

He woke up at three in the afternoon, with the worst possible headache and a hangover that threatened him to never see the light of day again. Had he even slept? No. Had he passed out at some point from crying so much (and probably from so much alcohol)? Yes, that would be a good summary.

It would also be a good summary to say that not even an alcohol coma would be able to erase Wonwoo's confession from Mingyu's head. "I like you" he said. Well. A lot of nasty stuff too. But the "I like you" was there, and he didn't knew what to think about it.

I mean, think about it: It's Jeon Wonwoo.

The same Jeon Wonwoo that he had known since birth. They had gone to kindergarten together, to school, to high school, to university. They celebrated birthdays together no matter how far apart their birthdays were. Mingyu had adapted to Wonwoo's thousand dietary requirements, and Wonwoo had adapted to the constant atmosphere of noise that surrounded him since the first time they spoke. Wonwoo had give up in the career that he liked the most because he knew he would have to leave the city, Mingyu ended up in university even if he never thought about it. They had followed each other everywhere, they had grown up together, coexisted together, lived together, and done everything you can do with a person in this life.

But that person is like family.
Until it isn't.

And all that added together in an equation comes to nothing.

You know? Kim Mingyu has never been a mature person. Responsible? yes, reliable too. He could perfectly fulfill his obligations, be a good son, a dedicated friend, he could have his life together, and still...His life was all about it wasn't it? About trying, and trying, and then, nothing. Trying until the moment you get home arrives, and then it's just you and your childish rage sitting at the table. And no matter how much you want to scream, you can kick, you can curl up in a ball and cry, nobody is there to listen. Crying doesn't turn someone into a child again.

Mingyu's first thought that morning is "I need to see my mum."

The trip wasn't long at all, just a couple of local buses and walking a block, but each time he came he had the feeling that the distance had become larger than the previous time. I guess nostalgia works like that.

He passed by Mrs. Min's porch, greeted the little dog's grave.

Ding dong.

Mingyu's mother had his eyes. And the sensitivity that comes with them, so when his son showed up at the door without any warning and looking like he did...Well, let's call it a mother's instinct.

"Are you sure you don't want to have a snack? You look thinner."

"It is 4 p.m."

"I didn't know there was schedule for a little sweet." The smiling woman said, trying to earn a smile she never got.

With a soft expression, the woman sat on the sofa, her son unconsciously snuggling up next to her. She ran her fingers through his hair, the last time she had done it he still had a bolwcut. She smiled bitterly to herself.

"Mum, I think I need to talk with you."

Clinging to his mother's worn nightgow and fighting tears back, Mingyu wasn't so sure if it was true that things always changed eventually.