Limbo

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Hey Crazy Stays! I know you loved this book, and I really loved it too. So, I've decided to write a Part 2. It won't come out for several months while I'm working on other books, but I wanted to give you a little sneak peek. Let me know what you think!

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"Minho hyung!"

He blinked, mind clicking back into place like a buckle - one second completely out and the next fully in. Still, his ears were ringing though like it hadn't been clicked in properly.

"Sorry, what were you saying, Hannie?" He glanced over at the younger who was sitting upside down on the couch beside him, feet up in the air and face red from having all the blood rush to his head.

Jisung pouted out his lip then squirmed around until he was upright, dropping his notebook on his lap as he faced the dancer. "Are you good?"

"Hm? Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"It's okay if you're not, you know." Han shrugged, reaching out a lay a hand on the elder's knee. "I mean, you... you don't have to suddenly be healed, you know. No one heals in two weeks, so you don't have to either."

"Oh." Minho furrowed his brow, this again? "I'm fine, Hannie, really."

"You sure? I just keep catching you zoning out, and it kind of worries me. What are you thinking? I can't read your mind and seeing you completely blank out during a conversation makes me think that something's going through your head. I feel like if I knew what you were thinking, then I could help."

"I don't zone out that often." Minho argued, leaning backwards into the armrest of the couch.

"Um, yeah you do." Han countered.

The dancer rolled his eyes. Sure, there were a few moments of time where he couldn't exactly remember the conversation. But it's not like he was zoning out to think or anything. He was just... zoning out. Nothing too be concerned about. But the look in Han's eyes made it seem like he was actively dying.

"Okay, well, I'm fine. So, it's fine. I'm going to go cook dinner." He pushed himself up from the couch, ignoring Han's mumbled "you don't have to cook every night, you know". He wanted to cook though. He needed the distraction. Besides, cooking was one of the only things to do to pass the time. His head still hurt too bad to watch a movie, he couldn't read without getting a migraine, and - worst of all - he couldn't dance. Cooking was all he had.

Because, truth be told, Minho still gets sad sometimes. Is that normal?

It hits at the weirdest moments too. It's never when he's mindlessly flipping through Eunji's photo album she gave him or when the member's check in on how he's doing.

No. It's not when he should be feeling sad. In those moments, he feels nothing. Should he be feeling something? Han was right - it hadn't even been two weeks since the accident, he shouldn't feel so numb most of the time.

But then again, there's moments he just randomly feels like the whole world is toppling down on him. Last night he'd had a dream about a hedgehog apocalypse - which shouldn't be sad - but it, for whatever reason, reminded him of Seojun and he ended up sleeping with Chan to scare the loneliness away. Or, like right now.

What's sad about stir fry? Hell, how is he supposed to know? He was just pouring the rice into the colander in the sink when a wave of despair passed over him and he froze, letting the pot drop heavily onto the stove top. Hands gripping the counter for support, he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the feeling to go away. Willing his body to resume the task at hand. Willing the world to keep turning and actually let him ride along with it.