When Minho had gotten the news that they would be moving for the second time he was indifferent. When he was told that they were moving back to his childhood home he was confused. He kept wondering why they moved the first time if they were just gonna move back three years later. He just didn't understand.
He had made friends at his new school and he didnt want to leave them. Sure, he had friends where they were going but he was sure that they wouldn't remember him. They had probably changed a lot as well. They might not even be there anymore for all he knew. When his family had moved for the first time it had been a big move, America to Korea, and there was a major time difference. He didnt try to keep in contact with his old friends because he knew the difference would interfere to much. He hadnt spoken to them since the day before he left.
He did think about them from time to time. He thought about if Changbin had ever gotten the tattoos that he wanted so much when he was younger, the ones in rememberence of his father. He also wondered what Jisung's little sister looked like. When he left she hadn't been born yet, Jisung's mother only being 3 months along, she would probably be almost three by now.
Even if Minho didn't want to move again, there was still a small part of him that was excited to see people from his past. People that he cared so much for. And on the day they left for the airport, he said goodbye to his friends and got on the plane with the feelings of excitement and for some odd reason, dread. If only he knew why that feeling was there, everything would have been different.
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White Lies // Minsung
Fanfiction"It's funny how we ended up just the way we started. Strangers." "Ji-" "No Minho, there's nothing you can say. I don't want to hear whatever you have to say, just leave me alone." "But I wanna help..." _______________________________________________...
