Just a Coincidence [Chapter 2/?]
Title: Just a Coincidence [Chapter 2/?]
Pairing(s): YoungWoo
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Author: fishiesftw
Disclaimer: They said they were my boyfriends in their greetings, but I still only own the plot.
Summary: Minwoo promised he'd be back in four years. It's been five, and Youngmin is on the edge of giving up. What happens when Minwoo finally returns?
“M-Minwoo?!” Kwangmin takes a few steps back with the most ridiculous surprised expression on his face. He scans his classmate once before his eyes bulge even wider. “You do mean the Minwoo that was supposed to return a year ago, right?”
“Ah, about that…” Minwoo says, his happy expression morphing into a guilty one. “I’m really sorry… Things came up…”
The team captain mouths an “oh” and they continue walking for a few more seconds until Kwangmin halts and turns to his childhood friend. “Wait a second… We have to tell Youngmin this! He’s been so cold for the past year… it’s just not right.”
Minwoo is silent for a moment and then realization hits him when he finds out that Kwangmin’s brother is surely here as well. His lips curve upward at the thought of a reunion with Youngmin, but then he processes the words Kwangmin had just spoken and the smile disappears.
“Cold…” Minwoo mutters to himself, and the word drifts on the tip of his tongue. He had met someone who was extremely cold to him today. Minwoo tries to remember the person’s face, and once he has a clear image of it, he turns to look at Kwangmin’s face. Then back to the image in his mind…
“Youngmin!” Minwoo exclaims in the empty hallway after identifying the stranger he had encountered today. “… So you’re saying I caused him to turn into… that?”
Kwangmin only nods as they exit the school building and head back towards the field. Minwoo ponders on the thought of whether he should inform Youngmin of his return yet or wait. After a while, he concludes that the time just isn’t right yet; he didn’t have the proper explanation, and he just wasn’t ready to confront the boy. Minwoo tells Kwangmin to keep this as a secret, which the latter disapproves of, but eventually agrees to. It must be hard for Minwoo to return like this, after breaking his promise unintentionally. The team captain sighs as he returns to the game, while Minwoo limps his way to the bench to rest his leg.
-
~3PM~
The bell had just rung a few seconds ago, and Minwoo had gone out the gates before anyone else. Reflecting on his first day at this high school, Minwoo decides that it was a good day; he had met the twins again after so long, although the encounter with Youngmin could’ve gone better, and he was content. Gym class wasn’t the best, but he optimistically tells himself that it will eventually get better. The boy limps his way into the neighborhood in which his home is located and smiles at the thought of being close to his bed, where he could rest and think more.
All happy feelings are lost though when a hand grabs his shoulder harshly. Minwoo is forced to turn around to meet face-to-face with the other team captain from the soccer game.
“You got me in trouble today,” he says immediately, smirking as he releases Minwoo, who almost falls backward. “Don’t you know what I do to the annoying new kids?”
As the boy chuckles evilly, thinking about what he should do to the one in front of him, Minwoo takes the chance to run. He runs as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring the stinging pain in his left leg as he sprints; the wound would definitely reopen, he thinks, but it wasn’t the time to worry about it. He’s almost crying from pain the moment he makes a swift turn into another street and hides behind an unnoticeable bush, holding his breath. Minwoo hears loud footsteps scrambling pass him and once they grow faint and vanish, he releases his breath, unable to believe that he was lucky enough to get away. The boy rolls his jeans up to take a glance at the bandage, and when he does see it, it’s bright red. The blood is seeping through, he thinks as he touches the bandage. Minwoo lets out a silent cry before struggling to get up and trudge home.
Once Minwoo is in front of the door, he reaches down to his jeans pocket to grab the lanyard that was supposed to hang there and hold his favorite keychain, alone with the house key, meanwhile still breathing heavily. However, his hand feels nothing. Minwoo looks down to see that the lanyard is gone; he concludes that it probably dropped while he was running before he curses.
“My keychain,” he whispers, not even thinking about the house key as he searches his backpack with no success. “… Shit.”
Not in the proper condition to turn back and retrieve it, Minwoo sighs and knocks on the door. His mother welcomes him in before she goes back to preparing dinner. Minwoo hides the pain he feels and attempts to walk normally to his room. Once there, he limps towards the connected bathroom to find bandages. The black-haired boy sits on the tile floor and opens the cabinet beneath the sink, taking out a few items before opening the dirty bandage around his leg and treating the open wound.
-
“Oppa! What’s this?” a girl asks, pointing at the keychain hanging around Youngmin’s neck. She holds the item to examine it more, but the boy pushes her hand away.
“Don’t touch it,” he warns with a stern tone of voice. She immediately backs away from him and grabs her bag before prancing to the exit of the dance practice room.
Youngmin stays sitting on the floor for just another minute, breathing heavily from the intense routine. No matter how disappointed he could be these days, Youngmin would never abandon his favorite hobby: dancing. He was a quiet one though; he never talked to anyone in the room and only danced. Strangers would say Youngmin was always dancing without a soul, but the members of the school’s dance club would say the complete opposite. They’d say that he was passionate and dedicated, that he poured his soul into ever action he made… and that’s why they kept him, a mysterious boy that no one was ever able to read.
Youngmin sighs and gets up from his position before grabbing his backpack and leaving the room. He was always the last to leave; everyone wondered why he stayed back all the time like that, but it was because Youngmin liked the dance practice room. It was a place where he was peaceful and calm, where he was able to forget about the troubles he was currently experiencing…
The blonde-haired boy exits the school gates and hurries home, his hair drenched from sweat as he hums to the tune playing through his earphones. Just when he is about to sink himself into the song, his right shoe steps on something and a soft jingle sound is heard. The song isn’t playing too loudly though, so Youngmin hears this jingle clearly. He pauses the song and lowers himself to study the item on the ground. It’s a lanyard, he says to himself, and it’s holding a key along with a keychain.
But why does this keychain look so oddly familiar?
Then it hits Youngmin as he picks the lanyard up and focuses on the item hanging from it. Youngmin removes the keychain from around his neck and holds it in his other hand, before examining the two objects. They were identical, he concludes, but the letters were different. While Youngmin’s had MW, the other one he was holding had YM engraved into it-his own initials. Youngmin decides that it’s just a mere coincidence, that many people can have the same exact keychain. But then he remembers his friend’s words from the day he received the gift.
“My father got these for us!” 10-year-old Minwoo chirps happily. “He says they’re one-of-a-kind, that they’re special!”
Youngmin’s eyes grow larger than they already were and his lips part, but no words come out. His heart beats faster, and he tries to control it to no avail.
Could it be that Minwoo has possibly… returned?
Pairing(s): YoungWoo
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Author: fishiesftw
Disclaimer: They said they were my boyfriends in their greetings, but I still only own the plot.
Summary: Minwoo promised he'd be back in four years. It's been five, and Youngmin is on the edge of giving up. What happens when Minwoo finally returns?
“M-Minwoo?!” Kwangmin takes a few steps back with the most ridiculous surprised expression on his face. He scans his classmate once before his eyes bulge even wider. “You do mean the Minwoo that was supposed to return a year ago, right?”
“Ah, about that…” Minwoo says, his happy expression morphing into a guilty one. “I’m really sorry… Things came up…”
The team captain mouths an “oh” and they continue walking for a few more seconds until Kwangmin halts and turns to his childhood friend. “Wait a second… We have to tell Youngmin this! He’s been so cold for the past year… it’s just not right.”
Minwoo is silent for a moment and then realization hits him when he finds out that Kwangmin’s brother is surely here as well. His lips curve upward at the thought of a reunion with Youngmin, but then he processes the words Kwangmin had just spoken and the smile disappears.
“Cold…” Minwoo mutters to himself, and the word drifts on the tip of his tongue. He had met someone who was extremely cold to him today. Minwoo tries to remember the person’s face, and once he has a clear image of it, he turns to look at Kwangmin’s face. Then back to the image in his mind…
“Youngmin!” Minwoo exclaims in the empty hallway after identifying the stranger he had encountered today. “… So you’re saying I caused him to turn into… that?”
Kwangmin only nods as they exit the school building and head back towards the field. Minwoo ponders on the thought of whether he should inform Youngmin of his return yet or wait. After a while, he concludes that the time just isn’t right yet; he didn’t have the proper explanation, and he just wasn’t ready to confront the boy. Minwoo tells Kwangmin to keep this as a secret, which the latter disapproves of, but eventually agrees to. It must be hard for Minwoo to return like this, after breaking his promise unintentionally. The team captain sighs as he returns to the game, while Minwoo limps his way to the bench to rest his leg.
-
~3PM~
The bell had just rung a few seconds ago, and Minwoo had gone out the gates before anyone else. Reflecting on his first day at this high school, Minwoo decides that it was a good day; he had met the twins again after so long, although the encounter with Youngmin could’ve gone better, and he was content. Gym class wasn’t the best, but he optimistically tells himself that it will eventually get better. The boy limps his way into the neighborhood in which his home is located and smiles at the thought of being close to his bed, where he could rest and think more.
All happy feelings are lost though when a hand grabs his shoulder harshly. Minwoo is forced to turn around to meet face-to-face with the other team captain from the soccer game.
“You got me in trouble today,” he says immediately, smirking as he releases Minwoo, who almost falls backward. “Don’t you know what I do to the annoying new kids?”
As the boy chuckles evilly, thinking about what he should do to the one in front of him, Minwoo takes the chance to run. He runs as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring the stinging pain in his left leg as he sprints; the wound would definitely reopen, he thinks, but it wasn’t the time to worry about it. He’s almost crying from pain the moment he makes a swift turn into another street and hides behind an unnoticeable bush, holding his breath. Minwoo hears loud footsteps scrambling pass him and once they grow faint and vanish, he releases his breath, unable to believe that he was lucky enough to get away. The boy rolls his jeans up to take a glance at the bandage, and when he does see it, it’s bright red. The blood is seeping through, he thinks as he touches the bandage. Minwoo lets out a silent cry before struggling to get up and trudge home.
Once Minwoo is in front of the door, he reaches down to his jeans pocket to grab the lanyard that was supposed to hang there and hold his favorite keychain, alone with the house key, meanwhile still breathing heavily. However, his hand feels nothing. Minwoo looks down to see that the lanyard is gone; he concludes that it probably dropped while he was running before he curses.
“My keychain,” he whispers, not even thinking about the house key as he searches his backpack with no success. “… Shit.”
Not in the proper condition to turn back and retrieve it, Minwoo sighs and knocks on the door. His mother welcomes him in before she goes back to preparing dinner. Minwoo hides the pain he feels and attempts to walk normally to his room. Once there, he limps towards the connected bathroom to find bandages. The black-haired boy sits on the tile floor and opens the cabinet beneath the sink, taking out a few items before opening the dirty bandage around his leg and treating the open wound.
-
“Oppa! What’s this?” a girl asks, pointing at the keychain hanging around Youngmin’s neck. She holds the item to examine it more, but the boy pushes her hand away.
“Don’t touch it,” he warns with a stern tone of voice. She immediately backs away from him and grabs her bag before prancing to the exit of the dance practice room.
Youngmin stays sitting on the floor for just another minute, breathing heavily from the intense routine. No matter how disappointed he could be these days, Youngmin would never abandon his favorite hobby: dancing. He was a quiet one though; he never talked to anyone in the room and only danced. Strangers would say Youngmin was always dancing without a soul, but the members of the school’s dance club would say the complete opposite. They’d say that he was passionate and dedicated, that he poured his soul into ever action he made… and that’s why they kept him, a mysterious boy that no one was ever able to read.
Youngmin sighs and gets up from his position before grabbing his backpack and leaving the room. He was always the last to leave; everyone wondered why he stayed back all the time like that, but it was because Youngmin liked the dance practice room. It was a place where he was peaceful and calm, where he was able to forget about the troubles he was currently experiencing…
The blonde-haired boy exits the school gates and hurries home, his hair drenched from sweat as he hums to the tune playing through his earphones. Just when he is about to sink himself into the song, his right shoe steps on something and a soft jingle sound is heard. The song isn’t playing too loudly though, so Youngmin hears this jingle clearly. He pauses the song and lowers himself to study the item on the ground. It’s a lanyard, he says to himself, and it’s holding a key along with a keychain.
But why does this keychain look so oddly familiar?
Then it hits Youngmin as he picks the lanyard up and focuses on the item hanging from it. Youngmin removes the keychain from around his neck and holds it in his other hand, before examining the two objects. They were identical, he concludes, but the letters were different. While Youngmin’s had MW, the other one he was holding had YM engraved into it-his own initials. Youngmin decides that it’s just a mere coincidence, that many people can have the same exact keychain. But then he remembers his friend’s words from the day he received the gift.
“My father got these for us!” 10-year-old Minwoo chirps happily. “He says they’re one-of-a-kind, that they’re special!”
Youngmin’s eyes grow larger than they already were and his lips part, but no words come out. His heart beats faster, and he tries to control it to no avail.
Could it be that Minwoo has possibly… returned?