NXT 2 U [Minsung AU]

-13- Haven

~POV Minho~

It was 6 p.m.

I had been standing in front of apartment 0325 for some time.

My neighbour was at home, as the whole corridor was enjoying his Kpop playlist. BTS' Black Swan Orchestra was playing now. Music was perfect, but didn't make me feel better. I was nervous, anxious, uncertain, hesitant - a nerves ball, not knowing if I should stay, leave, or bang my head against the walls.

I felt like I didn't know anything about anything anymore. My head was empty. And it was worse when I finally knocked on the door. 

Immediately, I heard him turn the sound down before opening, unable to hide his astonishment by seeing me on the landing. As I crossed his disoriented gaze, I suddenly lost my means. His eyes were a little red and he had dark rings under his eyes. He looked exhausted, as if he hadn't slept much but had cried a lot, as if he had spent the night and the whole day worrying himself sick... for real.

Seeing him like that made me feel even worse. Especially since he was... how can I put it... it was crazy, but he looked even more sweet than usual. A blue bandanna in his hair, he wore glasses like during classes, dungaree, turtle-neck sweater and rabbit-headed slippers.

It was... I didn't know. But I was quite... irritated.

My hand was itching. I wanted to take that bandanna out of his hair. Not that it didn't fit him, but... it bothered me. Seeing him like that bothered me. How would someone so naturally cute could be even more cute ? How that stupid squirrel, with a face like that, could be 23 and one of my teachers?! Really, I started to have an headache.

But once I was in his living room, I almost forgot everything.

As I looked around the room in disbelief, my neighbour scratched his head, slightly embarrassed.

"I... was cleaning."

Of course...

Everything was upside down, even more than last time. Much more than last time. His living room was in such a state I was in cold sweat when, catching me off guard, he approached by looking at my right hand.

"You didn't have that wound yesterday..." He whispered, his eyes fixed on my bandage. "How did it happen? Is it because of your uncle?"

The anxiety that was reading on his face made me feel like a cold shower. Once again, he looked so honest... probably because he really was. I didn't want to believe it, it terrified me, but I couldn't deny it anymore.

Han Jisung seemed... no, was... really worried about me.

What an idiot... 

"Not at all." I replied, with tightened throat. "It's nothing."