Minho woke up early the next day.
He had a very long trip to go on.
Today, he was going to see his Jisungie.
Minho changed into a black outfit, putting on a black mask, black sunglasses, and a black baseball cap.
He couldn't be caught.
Not yet, at least.
Minho soon left his shabby motel room.
Without checking out, he left through the back door.
Soon, he was on a train to Seoul.
Minho glanced around nervously, trying to look not too suspicious.
He looked around the train, an elderly couple sat across from him.
A mother and her baby sat to his left.
And a businessman to his right.
But, what he didn't see, was a child tugging at his father's jacket.
A scared look on his face.
"Appa, isn't he-" the small boy trailed off, pointing a small finger towards Minho.
The father looked down at his son, "Hey, don't point. It's rude."
The small boy nodded his head.
Maybe he isn't,
The boy thought.
Soon, it was time to get off the bus.
Minho made his way the cemetery.
He knew it would be this one, it was were Jisung's grandparents were buried.
Minho approached the small crowd that was gathered by a casket.
It was still open, the ceremony only beginning.
His Jisungie is still beautiful, Minho noticed.
He was pale, yes.
But, beautiful none the less.
