Kpop Oneshots

🖤❤️Lee Minho ~ words unspoken

[Prompt: After you die from an illness, Minho can't help but miss you]

⚠️Angst & death⚠️

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But how do I describe it?  The way her eyes fluttered shut when the first chord struck. The way her shoulders straightened and she rose on her toes, barefoot on the grass of our city park. The way her whole aura changed, as if she became possessed. The way  her silk scarf blew behind her like wings when she twirled.  The way she looked like she was ready to take flight with every pirouette. The way her body moved perfectly to the music, but to me it seemed as if the music followed her. To me, it seemed as if the entire universe stilled just to admire her beauty. To admire each echappé and  ensemblé. To admire her picture-perfect arabesque as the crowd grew. But how do I describe it? The way watching her body move sucked the breath out my lungs. The way my heart exploded when she flashed that million-dollar smile.  The way desire burned within my body when she twirled my way, sticking out a hand towards me. The way I felt when she looked at me with those daring eyes,  beckoning me to join her. To surrender myself fully. She knew all too well, one look and I'd follow her to the ends of the universe. The way my body ached to grab her delicate fingers. The way I'd let her tug me along. Jumping and twirling through the air.  We'd talk in dance. Each step a word unspoken.

"How much longer?"

"I don't know."

"Must you leave?"

"I want to stay."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

For some reason, that was how we understood our beautiful tragedy.  No words, just dance. It reminds me of when we were younger. Before I knew how fucked up the universe is. A shy girl alone in the corner of the dance studio. I stuck my hand out to you, just as you'd learned to do to me.  And from then on we danced. Danced our way through adolescence. Danced our way into this mess. But how do I describe it? Because as soon as I reached for your hand you vanished, taking everything that made me feel alive with you. So please, when they ask "What was it like?", how do I describe it? How the hell do I describe something that no longer exists?!

I got up from the park bench. Often I came to visit the places we used to frequent. Hoping I'd maybe feel a sliver of your presence.  I walked back to the dorm as I did everyday. And the questions still lingered as they have everyday since your departure. Had I confessed my love, would things have been different? Would I still feel this much pain? Would your body have had a stronger will to live?  Would we still be twirling around the park? Y/N, had I said something...would you still be here?