☆ 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕕𝕤 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 & 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖 ☆

Stars (Lee Minho One Shot)

Genre: Angsty Angst
Disclaimer: Deals with themes of mental illness and loss, uses feminine pronouns
Word Count: 1776
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*Minho's POV*

It was a beautiful sunset. The sky was a canvas of beautifully painted oranges, reds, purples, and blues. The wind blew a hush over the trees, threading its icy fingers through the dying leaves. Soft gray clouds clung to the sky, ever so slightly distorting the colors adorned around the setting sun.

The hill smelled of brown grass and crushed, wet leaves.

It was never supposed to end like this.

I was sitting on this hill when I first met her; her eyes seemed to reflect the light of the moon, drawing me closer to her.

I could not help my fascination. She was like no one I had ever seen before; her features illuminated by the soft glow of the stars. She looked angelic— like someone from another realm, trapped here with me.

Perhaps it was the way she smiled up at the stars, and the stars smiling back upon her; each captivated by the others beauty. Maybe it was the way she was sitting on the hill, with her legs pulled into her chest; making her look innocent and free of care. Or maybe, it was my own desperation that initially drew me towards her.

I gathered every once of my courage and approached her. I carefully tapped her shoulder, watching her jump up in surprise.

"Hey, I'm Minho, what is your name?" I asked, extending my hand, hoping she would accept. Instead she scooted back further, her features twisting in what I assumed was fear.

"I won't hurt you..." I started, cautiously walking towards her, offering her my hand once again.

"N-no, but I will hurt you..." she said, her doe-like eyes connecting with mine, and underlying feeling of fear still laced within them. A smile still played with my lips; sending her a reassuring smile that I still trusted her.

I decided to sit down next to her and look up at the stars, just like she had been doing. She slowly turned her head back to the sky, her hair reluctantly following suit.

I gingerly scooted my body towards hers.

"They are cool, huh?" I said, mentally kicking myself for saying something so dumb. Really Minho? Stars are cool? Wow, someone's a smooth talker. I should win an award.

She smiled, "yeah. It's hard to see the sky where I am from." I smiled back, looking down at the grass momentarily, before staring back at the moon.

"Are you from the city?" I questioned, hoping to find out more about her. She tensed next to me, sending an uneasy glance towards me.

"I'm, um, not really from around here," she said cautiously, uneasiness weaving its way through her voice.

"Where are you from?" I pressed on, incorrectly analyzing the situation. She rose suddenly.

"I shouldn't be here. Bye Minho, pretend we never met," she said quickly, gathering her things, moving as fast as possible away from me. I got up.

"Wait, I promise I won't do anything to hurt you. Please come back," I called out. But she had vanished. My face fell. It had only been a few minutes, but I already missed her presence, pressed up against my side.

I came back to the hill every day since then, hoping to see her again. I would stay out for hours, waiting for a chance to see her again.

One day, as I was making my way up the hill, I saw her laying against a tree, using the trunk for support. I ran towards her, wrapping my arms around her smaller frame, hoping she was not as injured as she appeared. I carried her up the hill and set her down on the grass next to me.