Limbo

Last chapter!!! Thank you to everyone who read this book. This has been my favorite book to write, and I really hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Minho slowly wiggled his way into my heart and became my bias while I studied him while writing this - that little shit, he's just too adorable, it's not fair. 

This book was written for anyone who has lost a friend or loved one (and I don't mean just in death, there's several different ways to lose someone). If that's you, I hope you could find some comfort or at least something in this that made you feel seen and not so alone or at least made you feel some emotion. 

Thanks again for reading this book and I hope you enjoy this last chapter! Love you, crazy stays <3

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Never meet your heroes. Minho remembered hearing that phrase when he was a kid. He also remembered it being true when he actually started dancing with BTS. Not the members - they were perfectly pleasant - but some older dancers he'd idolized. No, don't meet your heroes. 

But what about when someone becomes your hero? When the little things they do seem like such small details that they'd have to be viewed under a microscope. But even microscopic things, if built one on top of another, were visible. Big enough to be a whale. Or a person. Or the Eiffel tower. Those small details can end up turning into something amazing. Something that may have saved you somewhere along the way from something you didn't even realize you were running from. 

Those unsung heroes who don't wear capes. Those ordinary people who actually aren't so ordinary after all. Maybe oddinary fits them better. They're different. Different not because they strive to be, but because of common things that aren't so common anymore. Kindness. Patience. Humility. Understanding. Loyalty. Honesty. Those little things can really add up to make a person - to make a hero. 

But then, right when you realize who they really are and how much they've done for you, they're gone. Isn't that what heroes do? They're there to save the day, not the entire year. So, maybe the phrase should change. Maybe no one should be considered a hero unless you want disappointment. 

But then again, Minho wasn't sure he could think of Seojun as anything but a hero. 

Maybe that's the image he needed to paint in his head. Currently, Seojun was a painting, hung up in his mind. A painting filled with regret, guilt, shame, and all colored in crimson. But thinking back, that wasn't Seojun at all. 

"You okay, hyung?" Seungmin asked, standing awkwardly in between too close for comfort and too far for a normal conversation. 

Minho looked up, snapping himself from his thoughts. "I'm alright. Just zoning out. It's loud in here." 

"How's your head?" The vocalist asked, lowering his voice and taking that step closer to close the awkward distance. 

Minho chuckled. "Took a few extra pain killers this morning. I think they're working. I'm okay." 

"If you need a break, just let one of us know. We're here for you, hyung." Seungmin tentatively reached out and brushed his fingers against the back of Minho's hand. It wasn't much, but it was enough to get the point across. He smiled softly and turned to speak with Jeongin who insisted he had to pee right then and there. 

Minho stood there in the middle of the visitation venue. It was awfully loud. People talking. Children playing as respectfully as possible in the corner. People crying somewhere. It was almost too much. Plus, the lights and the constant movement around him. It was a person with a concussion's worst nightmare. 

The only saving grace was this venue was within walking distance from the dorm. (It actually wasn't, but Minho insisted it was, refusing to step foot in a car). But the rest of the members walked with him, Jeongin even holding his hand, and Changbin standing on his other side like a bodyguard from the road. They didn't have to say anything, Minho understood the silent message.