Monsta X: The Clan Pt. 2

2: Fight For Love

"From now on"

"Fight for love"

Minhyuk:

Blinding whiteness was all that surrounded us.

Though supposedly bright and happy, an all-white room meant that there was no color.

Not a splash of life in the dull, plastic-like room.

The bed and sheets, the walls, the floor, our clothes, and the locked door were all the same shade of white. Even the glass window was tinted white so that they could see in, but we couldn't see out.

It would be better if the white were even slightly faded, maybe even yellowish, or if there were some shades of gray. But that wasn't the case.

Just pure whiteness, too bright to look at and too boring to be interested in.

I was sitting down on the cold ground, leaning against the uncomfortable metal bed behind me. My bare feet felt chilled on the concrete ground, though my body felt stiflingly hot in my thick, white clothes. My neck was craned backward towards the ceiling as I rested my eyes.

Even though they were closed, I could still see the bright shining light.

The silence was unnerving, as the only sound were beeps coming from the machine across the room. I wasn't sure of the large, metal contraption's purpose, as all it did was flash the words "X" on the screen.

It was unsettling, everything about this room.

I opened my eyes and turned my head to stare at the person sleeping peacefully on the bed I was resting against.

It was Hyungwon, dressed in all white just as I was, eyes closed as he slept on the uncomfortable metal bed. His once well-maintained dark hair was now dyed light brown and framed his face, messy after weeks of not caring for it. His face was gaunt and pulled tight in a worrisome manner, and his arms, now thinner than before, lay folded across his chest as if he was in a coffin.

It was scary to see how much he changed; how this place changed him.

They didn't give us much, in our quiet, little hospital room besides two meals a day and occasional access to a shower. We were expected to entertain ourselves in here, yet remain relatively silent and obedient.

In the beginning, I was glad to at least have Hyungwon, rather than having to sit alone here, by myself. However, I soon found out that having Hyungwon here made no difference.

He refused to look at me or even acknowledge my presence. In the time spent here, which I'm guessing is now a few months or weeks, we've only exchanged a few words, only when it was a necessity. In fact, most of those conversations were started by me.

Other than that, it was as if we didn't know each other. It was clear every time I looked at him or even tried to say a word his dark expression made it obvious that he didn't want to hear it. Instead, I've forced my mouth shut, too scared to say anything and initiate a conversation or make our relationship worse than it already is.

If you would even call this a relationship. I haven't been in one before until I meet Hyungwon, yet I'm sure this dark kind of aura isn't normal. If it is, then it definitely isn't good.

It's upsetting to sit there, knowing you did something wrong, knowing I did something to hurt him, yet not knowing what it is. Hyungwon didn't want to discuss it so I had no clue.