"Minho."
Title: "Minho."
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
We stand in a triangle. My gun pointed at the man in front of us, his gun at you. You helplessly with your arms in the air. Why didn’t you took a gun? “It’s easy Minho. I kill Taemin.” The words won’t get into my brain. All I can think of is shooting the man. Like he can read my thoughts, he laughs. I feel terrible. Just a few minutes ago, his men had beaten me. My legs are probably broken. Sore places make it almost impossible to keep standing. The pain takes over my body completely. One short moment I pass out. I get awakened by a gunshot. The boy who is just three feet away from me, slumps down on the floor. I don’t hesitate before shooting the man. Where his men are, I don’t know, I don’t care. Slowly, as if I can die any moment, I walk over to you. This can’t be. It seems like a dream, I don’t want to believe it is real. I wonder why I’m here, how we got here, in that position. Why are my broken legs still standing, dragging me to the body I don’t want to see. I don’t want to see your pain. Where are his men? I have to inspect the place, but my feet remain still, so I choose to look around. Where are those demons, who had laughed at my pain while beating me. I need to remember the path they took, which way they went, but I can’t. I’m scared for my life, so scared, that I didn’t even think about the boy until your hand weakly reaches out for me. “Minho.” A gulp of blood floats from your mouth. Your other hand is on your chest, trying to stop all the blood from flowing through your thin fingers. All I can do is drop on my knees next to you. It hurt, it really does, but the weak hand keeps my attention. I attempt to take it, discovering that my own hands are trembling wildly. “You promised me to help me through my nightmares.” You whisper softly, inaudible for someone being further away than me, who is hanging over your body. One of my hands leaves yours and is on your cheek. You kiss me. I feel the blood flowing between our lips. All the memories start to come up into my mind, memories that I had buried for the sake of your life. Memories of me and you eating ice cream. Memories of me leaving you, because I didn’t want you to get involved in my job. Memories of you crying. Crying salty tears, not knowing why I left you. My heart was wounded and hurt at the moment I saw the tears falling from your cheeks, rolling down to your chin, dropping on the floor. Instantly, my eyes tear up. I’d never once cried, but now you are here, me holding your hand, all the memories coming back, I cry. I realize that your lips leave my lips. This shouldn’t have happened. Your lips that kissed mine, shouldn’t love me. I threw you away. I remember the night before, you had knocked on the door of my apartment to ask if you could stay with me, since you had a nightmare. In high school I’d promised you to take care of you if you had a nightmare. So you slept in my embrace, until I was dragged away to this place.
Your hand is still in mine. “Don’t let go.” You say as you close your eyes. The blood is still flowing, I should help you, but I don’t know how. “Don’t go.” I whisper weakly. You don’t respond. “Don’t leave me alone.” I scream my lungs out at your body, shaking it slightly in the progress. My hand at your cheek leaves to press at the place your hand covers the place where you got shot, your heart. It travels further to your side. It has become cold. Don’t go, don’t go further away from me, our lives are already so different, it looks like there is a distance between them, don’t go further. I don’t say the words, but they repeat themselves in my head. Although your hand is in mine, I have to end this, I can’t forget you, but I have to. “Minho.” You whisper again, the blood has stopped flowing. You open your eyes. They’re watery and red. The puffy red cheeks you once had, are now hollow, white. This will be more painful to forget, than to lose. I have to end it. My wounds burn, like they’re on fire. Burning into ash and falling of my body. I feel like falling apart. “Minho.” My name keeps spilling over your beautiful lips. Your hand slowly becomes cold, I know you’re holding on for me. The room we’re in, becomes darker as I forget everything around us. All I can focus on is the precious breath coming out of your mouth. The light at the end of the room brightens by the gush of wind, making the fire bigger. I stand up from the floor. I let your hand go. “Minho.” The only part of my name I hear is Mi, the rest gets stocked in your throat. I look around the room, I see my gun and the man’s gun, still in his hand. My legs automatically carry me over to the place my gun is lying on the floor, waiting for my use. As I look at you over my shoulder, I see those salty tears again. “Don’t.” You say. I slump to the ground, my legs can’t carry me any longer. My hand clutched around the gun, my finger on the trigger. Blood also flows from my lips, my beaten lungs gave up, so as all my other organs. I keep my eyes on you, close them and slowly pull the trigger. The silence of the room is disturbed by the gunshot. “Minho.”
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
We stand in a triangle. My gun pointed at the man in front of us, his gun at you. You helplessly with your arms in the air. Why didn’t you took a gun? “It’s easy Minho. I kill Taemin.” The words won’t get into my brain. All I can think of is shooting the man. Like he can read my thoughts, he laughs. I feel terrible. Just a few minutes ago, his men had beaten me. My legs are probably broken. Sore places make it almost impossible to keep standing. The pain takes over my body completely. One short moment I pass out. I get awakened by a gunshot. The boy who is just three feet away from me, slumps down on the floor. I don’t hesitate before shooting the man. Where his men are, I don’t know, I don’t care. Slowly, as if I can die any moment, I walk over to you. This can’t be. It seems like a dream, I don’t want to believe it is real. I wonder why I’m here, how we got here, in that position. Why are my broken legs still standing, dragging me to the body I don’t want to see. I don’t want to see your pain. Where are his men? I have to inspect the place, but my feet remain still, so I choose to look around. Where are those demons, who had laughed at my pain while beating me. I need to remember the path they took, which way they went, but I can’t. I’m scared for my life, so scared, that I didn’t even think about the boy until your hand weakly reaches out for me. “Minho.” A gulp of blood floats from your mouth. Your other hand is on your chest, trying to stop all the blood from flowing through your thin fingers. All I can do is drop on my knees next to you. It hurt, it really does, but the weak hand keeps my attention. I attempt to take it, discovering that my own hands are trembling wildly. “You promised me to help me through my nightmares.” You whisper softly, inaudible for someone being further away than me, who is hanging over your body. One of my hands leaves yours and is on your cheek. You kiss me. I feel the blood flowing between our lips. All the memories start to come up into my mind, memories that I had buried for the sake of your life. Memories of me and you eating ice cream. Memories of me leaving you, because I didn’t want you to get involved in my job. Memories of you crying. Crying salty tears, not knowing why I left you. My heart was wounded and hurt at the moment I saw the tears falling from your cheeks, rolling down to your chin, dropping on the floor. Instantly, my eyes tear up. I’d never once cried, but now you are here, me holding your hand, all the memories coming back, I cry. I realize that your lips leave my lips. This shouldn’t have happened. Your lips that kissed mine, shouldn’t love me. I threw you away. I remember the night before, you had knocked on the door of my apartment to ask if you could stay with me, since you had a nightmare. In high school I’d promised you to take care of you if you had a nightmare. So you slept in my embrace, until I was dragged away to this place.
Your hand is still in mine. “Don’t let go.” You say as you close your eyes. The blood is still flowing, I should help you, but I don’t know how. “Don’t go.” I whisper weakly. You don’t respond. “Don’t leave me alone.” I scream my lungs out at your body, shaking it slightly in the progress. My hand at your cheek leaves to press at the place your hand covers the place where you got shot, your heart. It travels further to your side. It has become cold. Don’t go, don’t go further away from me, our lives are already so different, it looks like there is a distance between them, don’t go further. I don’t say the words, but they repeat themselves in my head. Although your hand is in mine, I have to end this, I can’t forget you, but I have to. “Minho.” You whisper again, the blood has stopped flowing. You open your eyes. They’re watery and red. The puffy red cheeks you once had, are now hollow, white. This will be more painful to forget, than to lose. I have to end it. My wounds burn, like they’re on fire. Burning into ash and falling of my body. I feel like falling apart. “Minho.” My name keeps spilling over your beautiful lips. Your hand slowly becomes cold, I know you’re holding on for me. The room we’re in, becomes darker as I forget everything around us. All I can focus on is the precious breath coming out of your mouth. The light at the end of the room brightens by the gush of wind, making the fire bigger. I stand up from the floor. I let your hand go. “Minho.” The only part of my name I hear is Mi, the rest gets stocked in your throat. I look around the room, I see my gun and the man’s gun, still in his hand. My legs automatically carry me over to the place my gun is lying on the floor, waiting for my use. As I look at you over my shoulder, I see those salty tears again. “Don’t.” You say. I slump to the ground, my legs can’t carry me any longer. My hand clutched around the gun, my finger on the trigger. Blood also flows from my lips, my beaten lungs gave up, so as all my other organs. I keep my eyes on you, close them and slowly pull the trigger. The silence of the room is disturbed by the gunshot. “Minho.”