𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Song Mingi. May 29th, 1980. | Thursday, 3:15 PM. WARNING: Rape, Abuse, Suicide.
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Mingi and Yunho continued to take the train together after their first meeting. The quietness has deliberately subsided with small conversations, mainly of Yunho talking, to which Mingi didn't mind as he liked listening to his... Could Mingi even consider Yunho his friend? What if Mingi began to call Yunho his friend, then the same thing happens to Yunho as it did with—
Mingi shook his head, trying to erase the thoughts in his mind as his mood began to drop. He lowered his head and placed his hands over his lap, folding them.
"And when I went to catch the ball, I forgot to put my hands up so I caught it with my face!" Yunho chuckles, shaking his head at the memory before noticing the shift in Mingi's attitude. "Hey, are you alright?" Yunho questioned the other next to him, tilting his head to the side as a frown formed on his lips when Mingi shook his head.
"N-Nothing..." Mingi mumbled softly to the blue-haired boy, grimacing a smile that made Yunho smile small. However, this smile seemed forced as if Mingi only did it so Yunho wouldn't ask any further questions.
Yunho paused before inhaling a large breath, "Are you sure? If you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here to listen—"
"I said I'm fine." Mingi snapped, turning his head to glare at Yunho before he realized what he had done. The two stared at one another in shock, Mingi's mouth hung open as Yunho blinked a few times before he slowly cleared his throat.
"Ah, sorry..." Yunho awkwardly mumbled, averting his eyes to the ground. The train conductor's voice spoke through the speakers, repeating Yunho's stop, causing the blue-haired male to stand and sling his bag over his shoulder. "I, uh, I'll see you tomorrow?" Mingi merely nodded, his head lowered with his hands clasped on his knees.
Yunho frowned but didn't say another word, stepping off the train to head home. Mingi sat on the train, alone with tears welling up in his eyes. He fucked it up again.
* May 30th, 1980. | Friday, 3:33 PM.
Yunho waited at the train station for the quiet brunette, missing three trains until he concluded that Mingi wasn't going to show. Yunho felt terrible about yesterday, wishing he hadn't push Mingi into answering his question even if he was worried about him.
Every time they took the train together, Yunho would be the one to tell his stories while Mingi only listened. And, even then, Mingi looked like he was in his world. There have been times where Yunho wanted to ask if Mingi was alright, even when they weren't talking and only sat in awkward silence.
