Miroh (Completed)

1 . 2

Was it a coincidence that the brunette Chan had given off the exact vibe as the Chan Hyunjin once had? How their eyes looked at Hyunjin's the same way? The same warm and rich voice? All of these ran through Hyunjin's head as Chan excused himself, saying he had other things to do. He was turning delusional, he'd like to tell himself that. Chan was dead, everyone knew that he was, in fact, shot to death.

But after his eyes witnessed a miracle, the thin line of hope had bolded. A spark of electricity ran through his body as he looked at Chan's back until he disappeared around the corner.

"Hyunjin, are you alright?" Seunghee's voice brought him back from his trance and he looked at her with a blank expression, Chan's condition sinking in him. The short-haired maiden kept her eyes on the tall boy's pale face and felt worried. "Do you know Chan?"

"No, I just," Hyunjin blinked, thinking about the right words to say. "I just know someone that has the name Chan too."

"Jinnie ssi," the older girl's voice dropped serious, mixed with a hint of concern and fear. "Chan always talks about you."

With the words that escaped from Seunghee's mouth, his body turned numb and the hair on his nape stood. His hands involuntarily let go of the bags he was carrying, the contents rolling out. His heart could explode out of the joy he felt, Chan was alive. Of course, he's alive! It was his promise that he'd be alright. But something was off.

Why didn't Chan go back to them? Why did he spend his days hiding from Hyunjin and the others? Just, why?

"He always talks about you and your friends, he said he misses you, he feels sorry for not going back-"

"You knew all along? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because Chan told me so. He's scared if you found out he's alive, the government will too and then you'll be back to running away," Seunghee held him, her soft skin rubbing against the trembling hand. It was comforting, he got to admit but he needed to ask for a favor. A favor, he hoped, she couldn't refuse.

"Please talk to him."

"Hyunjin, we've been through a lot because of Chan," said Woojin, worry written all over his face. "We know you miss Chan but let's face it, okay? He's.. dead."

Hyunjin pursed his lips together, he had been arguing with his friends whether Chan is alive or he was just seeing things. Did the hope in them died down because Chan didn't come back as soon as possible? How could they just forget about Chan and move on with their lives? "After all the things he did, you're just going to push him away just because he died? Is that it, right now, isn't it?"

His cheek received a blow from Seungmin, who's face was red from the anger building up inside him. "Doesn't mean we don't act miserable like you, we're careless people. You're so insensitive, Hwang!"

He fell to his knees, now that Chan is back, they're all tearing down into pieces. Was it that hard to believe that Chan is still alive? Hyunjin let the tears run along his becoming sore cheek and brought his knuckle to wipe them off.

"I'm done with this, I'm leaving," Jisung announced and grabbed his bag, heading for the door. He gripped the knob, sighing as he turned it. Hyunjin looked up to see Jisung walk away from the house, but instead, he saw him staring up at a taller figure. The curly locks sent waves of warmth throughout his entire body.

"Where are you going at this hour?" Chan stood out from the shadows, his piercing eyes looking down at Jisung who backed away, quickly. Everyone's reaction were the same, they were all shocked as Hyunjin cried his happiness out. Changbin held his head, trying to make sure he hadn't lost it. Woojin was hesitating whether to go near Chan. Seungmin's face turning even red, his lips shaking and was about to follow Hyunjin's cries. Jisung stood frozen before Chan, his finger pointing at him and debating if he's a ghost or not.

Footsteps came rushing in from the stairs, Jeongin's head peeking in. As soon as he saw Chan on the doorway, he didn't think otherwise and ran to hug him. "Chan hyung!"

Chan smiled as took in Jeongin's baby scent which was one of the things he missed. He will join them again, but it will be a secret for now. He wouldn't want to be killed twice. But little did he know that someone was following him.

He held his arms straight, gripping the bow tightly while his right pulled the arrow with two fingers. As he let out a light breath, smoke came out from his mouth. The night sky was full of the brightest stars, but he couldn't find his own. The star that once lit his life had died down and nothing can take the place it has in Minho's heart.

The gates opened, revealing a patrol from the palace. Minho put aside his weapon, his face turning sour at the sight of the man who bowed with his fist on his chest. "What is it that you need to report to me this late?" his tone was playful yet threatening for disturbing his sparring with an old target board since no one wished to play with him.

"The game is not finish, sir," the poor patron stated, smirking at how Minho quickly glanced at him. "The rebel's leader is yet alive, he wasn't truly ended the time he was planned to be."

"How do you make sure this isn't a false?"

"I have followed him to the other rebels' den."

Minho thought for awhile whether to believe a mere patrol working for the higher superiors than himself. If they knew he's alive, they'll hunt him down until this time, they're going to get his head from his body. He wouldn't let that happen.

He went back to his previous position, pulling the arrow and gripping the bow. His eyes were focused on the red circle ahead, he stopped his breath to adjust the angle. "You know, shooting someone with this can be difficult when they're too far."

"But when they're close," Minho turned his body to the patron, the arrow dangerously pointing at the man. "Does anybody else know about it?"

The patron vigorously shook his head, his eyes asking for mercy but Minho wasn't the type to give a damn about pity. He loosened his fingers from the arrow which went straight to the man's throat. Blood spurted out from his mouth as his hands were on the arrow, giving his all to pull it. Just as he was about to succeed, another was shot in his eyes. He screamed in pain while Minho stared at him with an unreadable expression, he went to pull out the arrow from the eyes.

"Hyung, what's this?" Felix came out, he must've heard the scream. He covered his mouth the moment he saw the patrol. His upper body was bath in blood, his left eye dangling against his cheek and his mouth was pouring more red liquid. "What were you doing?"

"He was annoying," Minho answered shortly, he picked up a sword from the table of his weapons. He swung it across the neck, the patrol's head slid off onto the ground with blood still gushing out from the sliced part. The body fell down with the head and the training grounds were turning red. Felix grimaced in disgust, as he went near Minho.

"Control yourself sometimes, hyung, okay?"

The older nodded lightly, trying not to look suspicious of having the knowledge that Chan was alive.