You + Me = ?

Schrödinger Equation

The Present, 2017

I have come to a decision, today's the day.

I sit silently in my car as I check on some last minute student emails regarding the upcoming exams, I may seem busy on the outside but that's all a faux, I'm well aware of my surroundings. The radio's on but I'm not paying much attention to it and the engine's on because I'm waiting for him, and that's why I'm a bit nervous for today.

After that episode with Ji Yong, we never saw each other again but we do communicate through calls or text messages, the suffering that he's trying to endure at this point in his life is brought on my some mental strain that he won't speak about. So he turns to alcohol and drugs instead, and the more I get to know his character and personality, the more I wish that he would find the courage to seek help.

That's something I can't force on him, he's a grown man, not a child.

On the other hand, Minho's schedule has grown a bit more hectic for the both of us, it has become difficult to meet up, and even worse to talk on the phone since he's always rushing off to some other location for a shoot. I don't mind though, I calculated that this much would happen if we were to get together, Minho and I are on different paths entirely and that's something that I'll have to accept.

But I don't want to.

I jump slightly as a knock comes at the window, as soon as I unlock the door he gets inside and places a desperate kiss on my lips, I sigh softly as his soft lips melt into mine. I missed him, oh God did I really miss him, he pulls away and places his forehead on mine as he breaths heavily with both of his eyes closed.

"I'm sorry," he pulls away as he gives me a tender look, "I've been out of touch for the past few days."

I shake my head at that, "how many times must I tell you that you don't have to apologize for your work?"

He sighs miserably as he puts his seatbelt on, I ignore his brooding mood as I start the car. "Oh, that's for you."

He reaches for the brown paper bag and dips his hand inside without question, he pulls one of the muffins out and bites into it with a sigh. "These are good, what café is open at this hour?"

I shake my head as we leave the underground parking lot, "um I'm not sure, it's like five-thirty, but I made those."

He gives me a satisfied look and I smile at him as I turn my attention to the road, "thanks a lot babe, this is really good, can you make some more when we get back to Seoul?"

I nod my head at that, he then busies himself by placing his bag on the backseat, we didn't speak much while he connects his phone to the radio.

"Okay, so for the rest of the drive, I'll school you on all my songs."

I chuckle, "teach away Mr. Song."

He laughs lightly, "okay, I'll start with the ones from before our debut, here's Just Another Boy."

I listen closely as the opening melody begins, I nod my head along to the lyrics as the song floats throughout the car, I quickly feel relaxed as he joins in and start to sing. He follows up with other songs that I find myself immediately liking, and much to my surprise I find myself enjoying his solo rap songs.

The ride to Busan didn't seem that long as we're both engrossed in a conversation based entirely on his music, and mixed in with him teasing me about my lack of knowledge on the subject. A few hours later we arrive in Busan, Minho tried to keep me company during the entire drive but he later succumbed to sleep.