Minho and Seungmin strolled down the familiar road leading to Seungmin's house, the soft evening breeze ruffling their hair. Their steps were unhurried, the air between them light, almost peaceful.
Seungmin had made up his mind—this was the right time. Hyunjin was probably in a good mood after a refreshing trip, and their mom already knew about Minho and had welcomed their friendship warmly. There wouldn't be a better moment to finally tell Hyunjin.
Minho, however, had something else weighing on his mind.
"Seungmin..." he started, voice hesitant yet determined.
Seungmin turned his head slightly, eyes filled with quiet curiosity as he gave a small nod, signaling for him to continue.
Minho let out a slow breath, his fingers clenching and unclenching by his sides. "Before we go to your house and tell Hyunjin, I... I need to tell you something first. I need to get it off my chest."
Seungmin's expression shifted into one of mild concern, but he remained silent, waiting for Minho to speak.
Minho hesitated, carefully picking his words. "I... I know you hate bullies. And of course, you have every reason to." His voice was soft, yet a tension lingering in the air between them. "I just... Before I became friends with you..."
His throat tightened, but he forced himself to continue. He was trying to frame his sentences as carefully as possible, thinking twice about every word that left his mouth.
"I... I was a part of their group. I used to bully others as well, but—"
The sudden roar of an engine cut through the air like a blade.
Minho barely had time to react before a sleek, dark-colored car tore past them at an alarming speed, the force of the wind pushing against them in its wake.
And then—
Screeeeeech!
The sharp, earsplitting sound of tires skidding against the asphalt sent a jolt of unease through Minho's spine.
Then—
CRASH
The sickening crunch of metal against metal rang through the street as the speeding car slammed into the rear bumper of another vehicle that had stopped at the traffic light ahead. The impact jolted the front car forward slightly, the force of the crash sending a ripple of gasps through the people nearby.
A thin veil of smoke rose from the wreckage, the acrid scent of burnt rubber invading the air. A few pedestrians rushed toward the scene, concerned voices overlapping in frantic murmurs.
Minho's head turned toward the accident for a brief second, taking in the wreckage. It didn't seem to be a major accident—no one was seriously injured as far as he could tell. So Minho turned back to Seungmin, yeah he had something more important to do at the moment and he couldn't care less about what was happening out there.
"But after I met you, everything changed. I regret everythi— Seungmin...?"
Minho cut himself off.
Seungmin wasn't listening.
His eyes were locked onto the wreckage ahead, wide, glassy, and distant, as if he wasn't really seeing the cars but something else entirely. His eyes were wide—far too wide. His pupils blown out, his entire frame frozen in place, as if someone had pressed pause on his body while his mind spiraled elsewhere.
"Seungmin?" Minho called softly, concern creeping into his voice. He reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
Seungmin didn't react.
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Fanfiction...I want to feel happy... ...I want to feel loved... "Can you make me feel alive?" 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ In which Kim Seungmin and Lee Minho, though appearing to be fine on the outside, are dying from within. Both have closed themselves off in different ways, an...
