𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙎 | 2𝙈𝙄𝙉 (𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙚 & 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧)

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙒𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙚𝙣 ༉‧₊˚.

Seungmin sat in the empty practice room, his knees pulled up to his chest, his face buried in his arms. The room was cold, and the silence amplified the ache inside him. He didn't know why he'd come here tonight. Part of him knew he'd find nothing but a hollow reminder of what they used to be. But he'd hoped—he didn't even know what he'd hoped for. Maybe he'd hoped that he could finally leave this place without feeling like he'd left a piece of himself behind.

The door creaked open, and Seungmin's heart froze. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. Only one other person would be here this late, without any reason, without any warning.

"Seungmin," Minho's voice was barely a whisper. He sounded as tired as Seungmin felt, as if life had drained the fight out of him, too.

Seungmin stayed silent, not trusting himself to speak. He didn't want to give Minho the satisfaction of knowing that he still came here, night after night, unable to move on.

Minho sighed, walking slowly to the other side of the room, leaning against the mirrored wall. They sat in silence, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on them like a storm waiting to break.

Finally, Seungmin spoke, his voice strained and quiet. "Why did you come here, Minho?"

Minho hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Maybe for the same reason you did," he replied, his voice barely audible.

Seungmin clenched his fists. "If that were true, you wouldn't have left in the first place."

Minho flinched, and Seungmin immediately felt guilty. But he couldn't take it back; the hurt was there, raw and festering. They had been everything to each other, once. The late-night laughs, the whispered secrets, the comfort of knowing someone else truly understood what it meant to be here, to struggle and sacrifice. And then, one day, Minho had pulled away, leaving Seungmin with nothing but questions and a hollow ache that never seemed to fade.

"I didn't leave because I wanted to," Minho said softly, the regret heavy in his tone.

Seungmin laughed bitterly. "And I'm supposed to believe that?"

Minho looked up, and for the first time, Seungmin saw the pain in his eyes, deep and unyielding. It mirrored his own. "You don't understand. I left because I was scared. Scared that I'd ruin things. Scared that... that I'd hurt you more if I stayed."

"You already hurt me, Minho," Seungmin whispered, his voice breaking. "You hurt me more by leaving."

Silence fell again, thick and oppressive, until Minho finally spoke, his voice trembling. "I know. And I'm sorry. I thought it would be easier if I just disappeared... if I stopped pretending that we could keep this up forever."

Seungmin looked away, blinking back tears. "You could have just... told me. You didn't have to leave like that. I deserved more than silence."

Minho's shoulders slumped, and he looked down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know how to say that... that I felt something for you that I shouldn't have."

Seungmin's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to stay still, to keep his expression unreadable. "That's why you left? Because you... cared?"

Minho nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I thought it would be easier to leave than to risk... risk losing you completely if you didn't feel the same."

Seungmin scoffed, letting out a shaky breath, his hands trembling. "You didn't even give me a chance, Minho. You decided for both of us."

Minho looked at him, his gaze filled with a quiet desperation. "Would it have changed anything? Would we really be sitting here now, any happier than we are?"

Seungmin's voice broke as he replied, "Yes Minho! I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU." Seungmin was truly at his breaking point "And at least we wouldn't have to wonder what could have been. We'd have something real, something we could hold on to."

A tear slipped down Minho's cheek, and he looked away, biting his lip. "I wanted to protect you, Seungmin. I thought it was the right thing."

Seungmin let out a hollow laugh, the sound echoing in the empty practice room. "You don't get to decide that, Minho. You don't get to be my protector, especially if you're not even willing to stay."

He stood up, his legs shaky as he walked toward the door. His hand paused on the handle, yet not willing to look back. 

Minho was still sitting on the floor, his head bowed, his shoulders trembling. 

Seungmin swallowed hard, forcing himself to let go of the last shred of hope he'd been holding onto.

"Goodbye, Minho," he whispered, his voice breaking as he turned away.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Seungmin felt the weight of a thousand unsaid words settle in his heart, knowing that they would never get their second chance.

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