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53- Until Spring Comes PT-2

My book 'Rage' finally came to an end, so I decided to surprise you guys with the part 2.

Enjoy!

Author-nim: Mabel.

Minho's POV:

I barged in Chan's studio apartment, just to meet utter darkness and a piles and piles of clothes on the floor. Covering my nose with my sleeve I advanced forward and almost stumbled over an empty can of cola. Cursing under my breath, I flipped the light switch, scattering bright white light in the room.

"Chan are you home?" I called out knocking on the bedroom door. A muffled yes came from the other side before I twisted the cold metal knob and pushing the door open.

Another dark pit, sighing I walked inside and turned on the light. He squinted adjusting to the bright light.

Looking at him made me sad, he looked pathetic; pale and chapped lips, flushed cheeks, messy uncombed hair and a broken and pitiable look masking his face.

"Chan your break has ended five days before; you need to report to the company. PD-nim is already really angry with you." I took a seat beside him.

"Really? I lost the track of time." His eyes widened slightly but once again his face went to that blank expression. Silence settled in the room, just the ticking of the wall clock could be heard in the room.

"Chan you should move on." I decided to break the bleeding stillness in the room. Hearing a sigh from his side I turned to look at him, as he ran a hand through his black hair.

"Minho I'm trying, I do miss her like hell but the guilt still makes it hard for me to breath."

"Still, it's not just you who is being affected by this, the members future also depends on you, if you will give up like this, the future of the kids will be ruined." It was hard for me to confront about this to him, but thinking about the members made me so devastated.

"I know, that's why I'm trying."

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3 years later:

"Thank you so much stays!" We all chanted appreciating the hard working fans, sitting in front of us. Speaking our ending words, we all bid goodbyes to the people at the stadium, walking off stage.

Drying my damp hair I walked out of the rest room, my gaze travelled at the members who were sitting at the corner of the room, playing some sort of game. Shrugging it off I walked towards the food stall, grabbing some snacks to fill up my empty growling stomach. Grabbing an iced Americano and a granola bar, I took a seat at the couch placed at the other corner of the room.

When I was finished with my edibles I tossed the wrappers in the bin, before plugging in my earphones and closed my eyes listening to the soft melody, slowly drowning in my past.

It was so hard for me to move on, but looking at the members, left me with no other choice than to sacrifice my own sorrow. Long three years passed, she never contacted me ever since, not even a New Year or congratulatory text. She totally distanced herself from me, it was understandable.... The only source where from where I knew about her was Minho. From the very start she was close with him and after the incident they stayed in contact too.

I sighed, opening my eyes. I was such a bad person to her. How could I number my profession above her? Yet she never complained. Soyeon was a patient and persistent person; she never treated me like how I treated her. Even if she was in the middle of a very serious conversation or meeting, she would attend my call, with her same creamy sweet voice, the same enthusiasm. And me? I left her texts on seen for days, didn't attend her calls for weeks, using my job as a baseless reason. She rooted for me on the days I was down, when I felt like giving up. Why did I use her like a tissue? Using and throwing her away.