Miyoung's P.O.V
I switched on the TV to a movie both Minhyuk and I could enjoy. He sat close to me, like how he always does, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I curled against him, but didn't feel any comfort in his touch.
I tried to readjust, but it wasn't making me feel any better. Minhyuk glanced down at me as I slightly squirmed and eventually slid out from under his arm.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking a little hurt.
I didn't mean to make him feel that way. I don't know what had gotten into me to make me feel so weird at that moment, but I continued to keep my own space.
My mind didn't focus on the movie, but on my feelings. The more I sat here with Minhyuk, the more I felt a distance in my love for him. Of course, I still loved him like a brother, but I just didn't have the spark that I felt when...
Since, when?
Come to think of it, there never was a spark. I've never thought of him more than a close friend, and it took me all this time to realize. My heart ached for him, knowing that he actually had deep feelings for me since he's mentioned it so many times. Minhyuk is caring and sweet, but how can I continue in a relationship I don't have the heart to keep?
The sound of shoes on tile echoed in the front hallway. I peeked over the couch to see my mom at the door, about to go outside. A brown book just caught my eye that somehow seems familiar. My eyes squinted in suspicion as I slowly rose from the couch. Minhyuk followed my moves, glancing from me to the door.
"I wonder where my mom is going," I muttered, starting towards to front of the house.
Minhyuk rushed over to me. "She's probably just going out." His hand gently snaked around my arm as he playfully tugged. Minhyuk's lower lip popped out in a pout. "The movie just started, can't we sit down and watch it?"
I looked at Minhyuk for a second longer before turning back towards the door.
"I just want to look," I told Minhyuk. My fingers looped around the door handle and swung it open.
My mom's car still sat in the driveway, engine off. She wasn't even in the driver's seat. Instead, I caught sight of my mother walking through the yard in the direction of the silo. I was practically dragged out into the now gloomy day by my curiosity. The wind had already begun to pick up and the clouds threatened to break out into rain.
My bare feet stepped to the grass right before I was captured by Minhyuk's warm arms. "I really don't think we should be out here," he told me, whispering caringly. "Plus, your mom seems busy. Let's not bother her."
I gave into his embrace, relaxing against Minhyuk's chest. "You're right." My light voice was carried by the wind, making it even softer than intended. Minhyuk's arms loosened to lead me inside.
Minhyuk began reaching for my hand, but I dashed off down the yard towards the silo. My mom had already disappeared behind the barns.
"Miyoung!" Minhyuk yelled out my name. "Don't go out there!"
It was too late. I had always been just a bit quicker than Minhyuk, ever since we were kids. I sped faster than ever to get there without Minhyuk holding me back.
I turned the corner and my mother had already cracked open the book. Foreign words were leaving her mouth while she looked into the silo's missing siding with such disgust. A startling pop echoed inside the silo.
I caught a glimpse of Wonho's paper-like skin and worn out looking face. He seemed worried. My heart ran faster than I ever could as there was another pop. Minhyuk skidded to a stop behind me.
"Miyoung, we need to leave!" His hands rested on my shoulders, trying to direct me away, but I couldn't move.
My mother must have heard my name, because she turned to me. Her expression was horrified.
Another pop, accompanied by a spark.
"What are you doing?" I demanded an answer from my mom.
"I'm destroying this beast before it destroys you." Her hair blew across her face as the wind started to grow harsher. "Once the seal is broken, I can curse it, and that thing will be gone forever."
"You can't kill him!" I screamed. My foot came forward, but Minhyuk still had a grip on my shoulders. "Don't hurt him!" I yelled.
"Sweetheart," my mother started, tears welling in her eyes. I could tell she wanted the best for me, but she why can't she just understand that Wonho isn't what she thinks he is? "I'm trying to keep you safe."
Two pops. Three.
Then a loud boom.
We were all thrown back.
