Ramè || MINSUNG

.14

Minho sat in his car watching the younger rush into the apartment complex, the fear radiating off of him.
"Why. Why did I say that." Minho talked to himself all the way to his house, a quaint little two story house that he had bought when he moved to the city. The house that was made for two, not one.
Getting out Minho practically slammed the door shut and marched inside his house, throwing his keys onto his kitchen counter.
"God you're so stupid Minho. Not only did you let your intern find the photos that you were suppose to delete but the first thing you do is threaten him?" Pulling at his hair his fingers were rooted to his scalp, the follicles rooted deep.
Marching up the steps he went into the spare bedroom, grabbing any trace of the unwanted one and throwing them at the head of the steps, a neat pile being made.
"And him. How dare he act the way he did to me! Acting as if I was the one who broke up with him! He knows damn well that I was the one who put more effort into the relationship! He knows that I'm the one who deserves to be moving on! I'm the one who's suppose to be getting married!" Screaming Minho chucked items from the pile down the steps, a picture frame crashing against the wall, glass going all over the floor.
Memories of the lunch meet up ran though Minho's brain as he sent another photo into the wall.

Minho entered the small diner, memories filling his head while the scent of fries floated through the air.
"Minho! Over here!" Turning he found his ex Mark sitting at a table, two cups of coffee steaming and on the table.
"Hey Mark." Before Minho could get any more words out Mark cut him off by introducing him to a person. A person who he's never seen before.
"This is Jackson. Jackson this is Minho. So I wanted to talk to you before you heard it from someone later on. Jackson and I are getting married. I met him after we broke up and I was wondering if you wanted to come to the ceremony. We did decide to be friends after all." Mark's smile sent pain straight to Minho's heart as he explained why they were meeting.
"Of course. I'd love to. Look I'm sorry but I have to go, I have to see how my assistant is going with his new job. But just text me and send me the details. I'm happy for you." As Minho left the diner tears streamed down his face, his heart burning with pain and jealousy.

"I deserve to have fun. I deserve to find love again. He's the miserable one." Minho trotted down the steps, stepping over the tossed clothes and broken glass while heading to his kitchen.
Opening a cupboard he grabbed a certain mug, one that was decorated in little pink hearts.
"This calls for wine!" Popping open a bottle of wine he poured it into the mug, chugging it like there was no tomorrow. Soon the bottle was empty and Minho was drunk and on a mission. He was going to get back at Mark.