goodnight | junhao au

45.

Junhui's whole body felt numb. 

It was 1 am and he was still walking over the street. Right after Minghao ran away Wonwoo and Mingyu dragged him outside as he kept crying. He sat down for a while until he finally calmed down. 

"I seriously don't understand what he's doing.. he kept telling me he was in love with you too." Mingyu kept repeating over and over again as he absolutely didn't understood a single bit of the whole situation. 

But for Junhui everything was more than clear. Although he build his hopes up, everything got crushed the moment Minghao ran away. Because the feelings he has for Minghao weren't mutual. 

After the prom ended and people started coming outside Junhui told Wonwoo and Mingyu to go home and at least try to enjoy the rest of their night. After a little argument they finally agreed and went home, what left Junhui on his own again. 

He didn't felt like crying anymore. As if all his tears were already spilled and he got no more water left in  his tear ducts. So he decided to go for a walk trough the darkness of the city, not feeling tired enough to go home yet. One final time he checked his phone, hoping to see a notification pop up with the name Hao on it. But of course, it wasn't there. Just like he knew deep inside.

So he stuffed it back in his pocket, just like his hands and he started making his way into the dark night, not knowing what way he was going. 

And now it was already 1 am. He finally started to feel a little tired and since their apartment building was just a few streets away he decided he would walk home. He expected Minghao to be in bed already since it was this late and he must've came home a long time ago. Everything happened just two hours ago, but Junhui felt like he was experiencing everything over and over again. How he held Minghao close to him the first moment, almost sharing their first kiss, and the other moment he disappeared. 

It was the first time someone broke his heart, since it was also the first time Junhui was in love. Minghao was his first love. His first real love. The way he felt towards Minghao was something he never felt before in his entire life. And for some reason it all felt so real. So real, he eventually started hoping the feelings were mutual. That he wasn't the only one who was feeling that way. but of course, love is difficult. It could be beautiful, while it could tear your heart apart the second right after. Right now, Junhui hated it. Love. All he did was wish he never fell so hard for the beautiful boy. 

That Minghao had never approached him in that practice room back then. Because that's when it all went wrong. But did it really went wrong Wen Junhui? He questioned himself. Because they had the best time ever together. 

The moment they moved in together and Junhui saw his photo at the wall. The way they slept together for the first time. When they shared their first hug. That time when they went to watch the gam at school and they couldn't stop laughing hysterically for literally no reason. And when they had to go home Minghao didn't want to let him go and asked him, Mingyu and Wonwoo to drink coffee late in the evening. That tine when Minghao asked him to sit with them in the break, reassuring him everyone would accept him as long as he was there together with him. The time the went to the theme park together, riding rollercoaster and screaming their lungs out, continuously holding hands. 

Was it all fake? Were all those night they spent together just things friends would do? Was Junhui the only one who thought about it with actual feelings? Was he even supposed to have feelings with every movement that came closer? Was he even able to get closer to Minghao? 

All the questions kept lingering trough his mind and before he knew it he stood in front of their door. He couldn't even remember he made it up the stairs. But it didn't care. Nothing cared to him at that moment. 

There was only one thing that was on his mind and where he could care about. 

And that was Minghao. 

The boy who broke his heart.