October Writer Event '24

Saved by Love

Author: Pluto

Theme: Saved by Love

Where to find them: N/A

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Minho was finally on the road to recovery. He had a wonderful therapist named Ms. Park, and a small group of friends that helped support him through this process. And it was a process, that's for sure. OCD was something you had to battle every day, something that most people would never understand. The media portrayed it as less extreme than it was, but it had completely controlled Minho's life from when he was sixteen, up until a few months ago, now at the age of twenty-one. 

Half a decade of suffering left Minho hopeless for so long. He never thought he would be able to get better, which in turn, stunted his progress. OCD wasn't something you could cure, every day was a struggle, but the more you fight against it, the easier it becomes to do so. 

Minho had made the mistake when he was younger of thinking that things would remain the same. They didn't. Because with OCD, you don't just stay stagnant in your suffering, it gets worse. It gets worse and worse, until the end. You have to fight. 

And so Minho did. 

He had been working for about two years now in intensive therapy, he'd even gone to an inpatient treatment center for a month, a place that specializes in OCD treatment. Things were finally looking up. He was doing his exercises, practicing his skills, but he was still insecure about it.

One of the things he had always dreamed about was finding love. He loved cheesy romance movies, it was something that felt so out of reach, being consumed by his own struggles and all, but something that he yearned for. 

His friends would always try to tell him he was a catch, but Minho knew that wasn't true. He was weird, he had baggage, and he annoyed almost everyone with his compulsions. Not so much anymore, since he had stopped doing them as much while trying to get better, but he remembered all those interactions he had had with people before. 

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Minho loved dancing. It was one of the things that calmed his mind, one of the things he could use to block out all of his bad thoughts. He was doing just that, dancing in his university's studio, not paying any mind to his surroundings. 

When the song ended, though, and he went to turn off his speaker, done for the day, he saw someone standing there. It looked like they had been watching, and their eyes were blown wide. 

"Can I help you?" Minho asked in a confused tone. 

The man in front of him blushed. It was cute, especially considering his round cheeks. 

"Sorry! I'm Jisung. I was just surprised to see you dance like that to my song." 

"Your song?" Minho raised an eyebrow. 

Jisung ended up looking even more shy at that. 

"Yeah, I'm a music producer. I heard my song being played and I wanted to see who was using it. I didn't expect to find someone doing something so cool with it!" Jisung's eyes were sparkling. It was a weird feeling to be put under that kind of gaze. 

Now that Minho thought about it, one of the guys in that song did sound a bit like Jisung. 

"Who were the two other men in the song?" the dancer asked. 

"Oh! Their names are Chan and Changbin, we're a group. We call ourselves 3RACHA." Jisung was smiling, looking proud at that. He should be, honestly. What he did was impressive.