skz oneshot

2min

hi im back IM NOT INACTIVE GUYS IM WORKING ON A NEW BOOK want a peak? ANYWAYS BACK TO THE STORY this is a bit short though

"Honey, it's your first day back." A puppy-like boy slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes as it adjusted to the light.

"Mum, I really don't want to go; please don't make me..." Seungmin mumbled, his voice barely a whisper. He snuggled deeper into his fluffy duvet, pulling the covers over his head like a shield against the world.

His mum, a woman with eyes as warm as honey and a smile that could melt even the coldest heart, sat on the edge of his bed, her hand gently resting on his arm. "Min... I know you miss him, but he's gone; please move on, sweety. Please at least go to school... for me, please?"

Her voice was soft, laced with a hint of desperation. Seungmin could see the pain in her eyes and the way she was trying so hard to be strong for him. It made him feel worse.

"I can't," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't go back to that place without him."

The "place" he was referring to was the school, the place where he'd met Minho, the place where they'd fallen in love, the place where their hearts had intertwined. Now, it was a place filled with ghosts, a constant reminder of the love he'd lost.

His mum sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I know it's hard, Min. But you have to try. He wouldn't want you to stay locked up in here, hiding from the world. He wanted you to be happy, to live your life."

Seungmin knew she was right. Minho had always been the one to push him out of his comfort zone, to encourage him to take risks, and to live life to the fullest. But how could he do that without him? How could he find happiness without the one person who made him feel truly alive?

He closed his eyes, a wave of memories washing over him. He saw Minho's face, his bright smile, his mischievous eyes, and the way he'd always make Seungmin feel safe and loved. He heard Minho's voice, his gentle words, his playful teasing, and the way he'd always know how to make Seungmin laugh.

He remembered their first meeting, a chance encounter in the school library. Seungmin had been hiding in a corner, trying to avoid the crowds, when Minho walked up to him, a curious glint in his eyes. "You're the new kid, right?" he'd asked, his voice a low rumble. "I'm Minho. What's your name?"

Seungmin had been nervous, but Minho's smile had been so disarming, so full of warmth, that he'd found himself drawn to him. They'd talked for hours that day, sharing stories, dreams, and secrets. By the time they parted ways, Seungmin knew he'd found something special.

He remembered their first date, a clumsy, awkward affair at the local ice cream shop. They'd both been shy, but they'd laughed and talked and shared their hopes and fears. Seungmin had felt something he'd never felt before: a connection, a spark, a sense of belonging.

He remembered the day Minho had confessed his feelings, his words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "Seungmin, I love you," he'd said, his voice trembling. "I love you more than anything in the world."

Seungmin had been stunned. He'd never thought anyone would love him the way Minho loved him. He'd never thought he could be so loved, so cherished, so valued.

He remembered the day Minho had died. It had been a rainy afternoon, the sky as grey as Seungmin's heart. He'd been at the library, trying to study, when his phone rang. It was his mum, her voice trembling with grief. "Min, it's Minho," she'd said, her voice breaking. "He's gone."

Seungmin's world had shattered. He'd felt a pain so deep, so raw, so consuming that he'd thought he would drown in it. He'd spent days and nights curled up in his bed, unable to move, unable to function, unable to face the world without Minho.