I'm not quite sure how we ended up in Minghao's studio, photographs littering every surface.
"Okay, so why are we here again? And is this mine?" Willow accused, holding up a photo of Hoshi demonstrating his "10, 10" eyes.
"I liked it, its cute." He answered, taking it off of her and neatly placing it back on it's spot on the wall.
"Hang on, all of these are mine. Why do you have all of these?" She asked, pointing to the patch of photographs lined with blue tissue paper.
"I just...like them. Every time you throw one away this is where it ends up," he mumbled. His face going redder every second.
"I don't get it why do you want these, they suck. I hate them all." She pouted, making faces as she looked around at the array of photos capturing moments not even I remember.
"Because you took them." He said it so quietly she didn't hear, but I did and to save his red eared embarrassment I quickly changed the subject.
"Okay, look Ming. Whats with the panicked phone call and these creepy as photographs none of us took?" I asked him, holding up the pictures. Willow turned around, a dozen photos in her hands she took from the walls.
"Yeah, this is really freaking me out and more importantly...WHAT DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF JUN IN A BIKINI!" She screamed, almost spitting out her gum.
"Girl, not right now. I'll get to the Jun crossdressing later. Let Myungho talk." I answered, turning to Minghao and waiting for the slap. He hates it when I call him by the Korean version of his name.
"I got a letter three days ago, telling me all about this trip around the world that I have to take, so I sent a letter back asking what it was all about and where I was going. They told me that I would find out very soon but they could tell me no more." He finished.
"That's so weird." I said. Words, images, ideas forming in my head. I crossed out Illuminati and Mafia, that was too far, even for me.
"I know right, like how sends letters anymore. Dude needs to buy a cell phone." Said Willow tutting. I sent her a look and Minghao just rolled his eyes.
"So do you think these pictures are something to do with that?" I asked.
"I know so. I sat up all night figuring it out. It's a test. They trying to see how far we'll go to figure this out." He explained. This was impossible, who would go out of their way just to test to random kids. We're not even very special, wealthy or even smart. We just like to draw, take photographs or paint. Its not like we were particularly destined for great things or were heirs to some sort of conspiracy.
"How do you know that! What if we are completely wrong? What if all of this is simply coincidental and we need to just shut up and get on with our lives." Willow yelled and Minghao looked down at his hands. I could almost see the thoughts in his head.
"Fine," he mumbled.
"Go home, forget it all. But if you really are an artist I highly doubt that you can just move on without figuring it all out. Now get out of my studio and if it really bothers you, take your photos." That was the first time I had heard Minghao speak so harshly. I just stood still, waiting for Willow to make a move or for him to keep talking but neither happened. I just calmly took Willow out of the studio and back to our apartment. Back to our boring, old lives.
A/N:
Okay, hey guys. I reallllllyyy hate this story. Like I HATE IT! But I dont know what to do. Do i keep it going or start a fresh? Im not sure. Please be honest and leave your real thoughts. I really dont want to keep going but Im not sure if I wanna give it up this early. Ive been having terrible writers block and need some inspiration. So please help. And tell me what fandoms or themes you want to see in future stories.
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