Lose My Breath | Seungmin

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Home can be anything, a place, a person, a feeling.
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[ Third person pov ]

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eungmin took lazy steps towards the kitchen, surprised to see his mother, as she casually stuffed the cabinets with new supplies. The moment she spotted the black haired, a blissful sound escaped her and her eyes twinkled with elation. She quickly engulfed his frame in a bone crushing hug, cooing praises and mumbling how she missed her son. Her fingers never failed to toy with his hair.

"My little man," she pressed out, littering Seungmin's face with kisses. "You look so adorable."

"You're home early," Seungmin commented, leaning into his mom's embrace. There was no fighting it, she was heavily affectionate and he was used to that.

"And you're home late," she huffed, breaking away from him, but her hand didn't leave his hair as she skeptically eyed his black locks, a scrawl on her face. "Your hair is also very long."

Seungmin swerved away from her, tousling his hair which barely made it to his nape, only tickling his skin a few times. "It's not that long," he put out, a bit uncertain. "You should see Felix's."

"Ah yes, the blond," Mrs Kim brushed seungmin bangs away from his face, her other hand holding his chin in place. "Let me guess; you want to dye your hair too?"

Seungmin groaned. She would totally flip if he did that. If he were being honest the thought had crossed his mind before, like a fine amount of times, but he knew better than that. His mother practically owns his hair, whatever length she wanted, even down to how he styles it. Anything too rebellious was strictly prohibited.

He could only imagine how provoked she would be if she were to find out about him pulling off a stupid trick to save their next door neighbour.

"I want to?" Seungmin smiled. "A nice berry blue doesn't sound too bad."

His mom rolled her eyes, giving his head one last pat. "We're going to the hair salon tomorrow, Minnie," she hummed, going through the remaining groceries on the island, categorizing them. "Or would you prefer I do it myself?"

"Nah, I'm good," Seungmin picked up his bag, ran upstairs before she could stop him, his stomps blocking out her calls for him to come back.

The black haired heaved out an exasperated sigh, rubbing his eyes tiredly as the light threatened to blind him. His mother's work was very demanding, she needed to leave early and return late too, sometimes spending the night there. She wouldn't let him help, only babying him every chance she got.

Seungmin opened his window, a rather angered neighbour glaring back at him. "Kim-" he closed the blind without hesitation, blocking her off.

Great. He was yet to get rid of Misun.

"Hey Seungmin, I want to talk to you," his action didn't faze her, only seemed to fuel her more. The black haired yelled, her voice getting to Seungmin. "It's about that night!"

He quickly opened his window again, pressing a finger on his lip, silently telling her to keep shut. "What is wrong with you?"

"I just wanna talk."

"I don't want to."

"Please, I might leave you alone," Misun negotiated, gripping her windowsill.

Seungmin's brows furrowed, his expression thoughtful. "Fine, come over.”

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