Behind The Silhouette

십•이.

It has been a week now.
No Mino.
No Woobin.
Basically no one as a company.

I yawned, rubbing my soaked eyes from crying the whole night yesterday. There is no point crying, yes, I know. I knew. But still. I couldn't help it but to cry. It's not worth crying, and yet my tears kept strolling down my cheek ceaselessly. Trying to pull myself back together again, I stood up and get the hold of myself. Living alone, just like back in the old days. Mom left, while dad had passed on. I was just an 'accident' of their marriage and now they left me being an lonely orphan. Being a wedlock child wasn't bad though, it's just that I had never feel like a 'family oriented' kind of person. I remembered getting adopted by an old lady whom I could not recalled her name. Sadly, she too, had passed on soon and again, left me with her belongings and property. I could still reminiscent the flashback right before my very own eyes when I was a young highschooler. A few months after, that's when Mino arrived.

...

"Hey!" I fell on the floor with a loud thud. A basketball bounced and looped through the air, dropped and hit my head as I failed to catch it.

"Shit- So sorry. Are you okay?" A voice of a guy was heard. He held up my wrists and gently pulled me to stand upright. I simply nodded to his question.

"Sorry about that.. I'm Minho, but you may call me Mino. I guess I'm your new neighbour? Pardon me if I'm wrong, but I guess you're the boy who lives alone in that house right beside mine," he gave a gentle smile while pointing at my house right beside his with his index finger. Being the quiet me, I smiled back politely and nodded again. He doesn't show any reaction at all regarding my silent behavior. Instead, he just curved a beautiful smiled.

"It's really nice to meet you, Mino, but I really have to go. Catch up with you later, maybe? When will you be free? You and your parents could drop by, if you like. I baked some meat pies earlier," Mino's smile grew wide when he finally heard my voice. Then he chuckled at my invitation for him and his parents.

"Meat pies sounds good.. Anyway, it's just me and my aunt. My parents are abroad, so yeah. I would love to come to your house and try that pie of yours," he grinned sheepishly. Soon we parted our ways after bidding goodbyes and headed home.
'Song Minho,' my thoughts spoke.
'A handsome boy with a beautiful smile.'

...

I laughed at my own flashback. I couldn't believe my very eyes that I said those words. 'A boy with my a beautiful smile?' Now it's more like 'a beast with a hidden sided face.' Pushing my thoughts back to real-life made me sighed. I need someone. I need Mino. I need Woobin. It's hard to pick but I want someone to stand by me.

I drew out my phone from the table drawer and hit the ring button to dial a number.
Song Minho. Calling. Failed.
Without hesitation, I tried again and yet I failed. Next, I tried giving Woobin a ring.
Kim Woobin. Calling. Failed.

A copious flow of teardrops started streaming down my cheek. I sniffed, snuggled myself while leaning against the chilly wall emotionally. Out of nowhere, my phone beeped. Not once, but twice. I hurriedly clicked on the message and I couldn't believe what I actually saw.

'One Message From: Song Mino'

'One Message From: Kim Woobin'

Which one should I open first?