Weightless Love (Block B Fanfic)

Part 11

"Have you ever been in love?" Mi Nyeo choked on her water.

"H-huh?" She asks through coughs. "In love?"

"Yeah." Ji-ho leans into the table. "Have you ever been in love?"

"W-well," She clears her throat, looking down at her hands in which were rested on her lap. "Um," She stays like this for awhile. Once she lifts up her head, she stares at him for a few seconds before snorting and answering his question. "Of course! Who hasn't?"

"What does it feel like?" He asks her. "I mean, if you could compare it to something, what would it be?"

She hums, fiddling with her fingers as she looks back down at them. She's silent for awhile, thinking.

Impatient as he is, though, he sighs. "Nevermin-"

"A leaf."

"Huh?"

She looks back up at him. "I would compare it to a leaf."

"A leaf?" She nods. "Why a leaf?" She sighs, stands up from her chair, and walks outside. She leaves Ji-ho sitting there, dumbfounded and confused.

After a few minutes, she comes back in, hands full of leaves.

"Hey! Those are dirty!" Ignoring him, she sits back in her seat, spreading the leaves all over the table. "Oh god, my mother's going to kill me!"

"How many leaves did I bring in?" She asks, completely ignoring him freaking in the chair right across from hers.

"A lot!"

"Exactly." She sighs and points her finger toward the pile of leaves. "How many of these look the same?" He stares at them, trying to find at least two similar ones, though he doesn't.

"None."

"Exactly." She chooses a random leaf, twirling it with her thumb and index finger. "No leaf is the same. No love is the same. There are some prettier than others and some painted in different colors."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," She puts down the leaf and stares at him. "There is no predicting love. Some relationships change during certain points in life. Some of those relationships fall down and die. However, no matter how a facade of pretty warm colors fool you, those that stay true to themselves and don't change af all stay stuck onto the branch, strong and proud."

Ji-ho, twirling a pencil in his hand, sighs and asks, "What happens when the love dies?"

Mi Nyeo takes a dead, orange leaf and lays it onto her palm. She smiles longingly at it before closing her hand into a fist.

"It crumbles."

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Ji-ho laid in bed at his mother's place that night, staring up at the ceiling as he replayed Mi Cha's philosophy of love in his head. It was too bad she had to leave right after that; he was actually starting to not hate her company.

He tossed and turned, trying desperately to put her words into his own. It was as if he was translating them, only because he was; from words to lyrics.

Soon, he shot up out of his bed, running to his desk located on the other side of his room. He sat at the chair, snatching a pencil out from its holder as well as a notebook placed on a shelf not too far from him. He ferociously flipped a few pages, desperately searching for a fresh, blank one to write on. As soon as he found one, the pencil met the paper, and it never left for awhile after that.

He had spent all night writing as once he was done, the sun had been already shining. I sighed heavily as he looked at his desk, completely covered in rolled up and crumpled paper that consisted of lyrics that didn't fit. Even still, the newest version of this song wasn't as good as he hoped, so he grabbed his phone and desperately texted Mi Cha to come over.