Yes, My Master (18/19)
Title: Yes, My Master (18/19)
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Choi Minho - the sexiest, smartest, richest guy in universe. Unbeatable in the school grade and currently leading a top company under his father's name as the youngest president. Lee Taemin is all Minho needs as his personal assistant. Yes, perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
a/n: had not written an update for exact one month and returned with chapter 18 like a bo$$ /gets shot/ I'm sorry. School was being a pain in ass and finals were ahead, but everything has (seemed) been finished! /cheers and breakdances/ :D this chapter is kinda angsty and shorty and crappy and I won't mind if you throw me craps ;_; I DESERVE IT /RUNS TO HELL/
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Right beside the hospital's bedstead, Taemin intertwined his fingers tightly to Minho's, clutching the cold big hand carefully. The young boy observed the facial feature of the man he loved, repeatedly holding up his tears which was ready to stain his cheeks. Everything felt unreal, like a incubus, a nightmare haunting Taemin for past three days.
Taemin was never a dreamless person - but this time he lost his sense of taking on his life. Taemin forgot how to smile, he could not remember to eat - if Key didn't budge him, he would not ever eat - he almost could not remember to do anything.
Not until Minho opens his eyes again, Taemin tightened the grip, preventing himself to cry out his heart. He became like this because he saved me.
Taemin's heart was shattered seeing his young master, his lover, laying in unconscious state, looked so weak, so fragile. Taemin wasn't daring enough to do more than touching Minho's skin - as if the older would break if he did that. The only thing Taemin thanked to any God he knew that, Minho's breath was composed and he didn't look in pain anymore, unlike the first day they brought Minho to hospital. It was Key screaming to the nurse frantically, told every nurse and doctor he saw to treat Minho's injury really soon. The blood was flowing swiftly from his stomach - another thing Taemin felt grateful was the bullet missed the fatal part, the fact increased Taemin's appeasement even though was just a little bit, but it was still considerable - and Jonghyun carried Minho on his back while his face was like, a bus just ran past him. Of course, feeling a lot of blood coming out more and tarnishing the garment of his shirt, made Jonghyun could not think properly. Top of all the man dying on his back was his cousin whom Jonghyun admired the most.
Out of them, it was only Jinki who managed to put up his emotion & smoothly talked to the front-desk about Minho's current situation, and when he explained that the patient was the only heir of Choi Company and the youngest president in Seoul, the hospital quickly gave the best room and treatment after establishing his weak condition in Emergency Room.
Also the fact of all medias tried catching up the news and interviewing the President Choi - Minho's father - didn't help Taemin. He got more frustrated and depressed - although President Choi responded the situation with a smile. He didn't even blame Taemin - such a kind-hearted middle-aged man he was. When Taemin asked why, President Choi simply replied, " Because if it were me to save my late wife, I would have done the same reckless thing too." and Taemin choked on the fact that President Choi had figured out their relationship. When President Choi was asked about it, he laughed and explained, he wasn't too surprised because Minho had been head over heel towards Taemin since they were little.
" I also had experienced the same difficulty, Assistant Taemin, of protecting and keeping away my late wife from any harm."
But Taemin, still, could not forgive himself for causing Minho end up hospitalized after going through the pain.
" Taemin-ah," Key's soft voice pulled Taemin out of the inner war, " You should eat. Jinki and I have bought you a lunch."
Taemin attempted a smile and retreat back to couch, bouncing a little before took the lunchbox to his lap. " Where's Milord Jonghyun?" Taemin murmured.
" He has not returned back from checking the place you were being arrested," Key patiently explained, keeping his voice low, " He has to do some investigation, he may get something from there."
" I see." Taemin didn't bother to ask again so he continued chewing the sandwich quietly, looking down at the floor. Several things raced up in his mind, giving a cry to have an attention in kind.
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Jonghyun crossed his arms over his chest and hissed as he flipped over the papers one by one impatiently. His eyes rolled and glanced at the destroyed building which had been fallen apart and collapsed into chunks of bricks. Jonghyun felt irritated, something had gone not right - why the hell could he not find Joon's corpse? Two fucking days. The investigation team could have gone and found the corpse, but they earned nothing.
Jonghyun expected he would find the dead body and bring it to the hospital, perhaps hold a funeral ceremony for Joon but fuck, he even didn't catch a hint of Joon's existence in this decayed place.
After some time passed later, Jonghyun broke the gaze and shifted to the thicket behind the building, somehow after thirty seven hours in this secluded location, he had not looked through the thicket. He was only focused with the situation of the destroyed building and not bothered to take a look to other side.
Maybe if he checked it, would not commit a crime, would he?
Jonghyun was downright uneasy while taking the first step forward, before he stilled once, and continued dragging his feet closer to the thicket.. he shook his head when a bolt of fear buzzed down his spine, and walked straight again, each time hitting the soil with his high trainers. He tried occupying himself by thinking that he would not see a chopped, wrecked corpse somehow among the thicket.
Because he was fucking alone now. Yesterday he was with investigation team picking up dead corpses, it was already making his nape hair stand wild inhaling a quietus scent, and tossing around inside his stomach, felt nausea. But yesterday was nothing compared today - in the dusk, walking closer to something he even had no idea what -
But he saw nothing, so he went further and further.. then he stopped.
The thicket revealed nothing but trail of blood.
That was weird. Jonghyun was sure yesterday there was no blood scattered on the soil - no. How if actually someone might have been hiding at certain spot and when Jonghyun and the investigation team left the place, someone crawled and stumbled to somewhere, dropping some blood?
Hadn't they murdered all opponents in the building? He was certain that when the bomb exploded, no one was running out to save their spared life because everyone was murdered in Jonghyun, Minho, and Jinki 's hand.
What if -
Jonghyun gasped and gritted his teeth, feeling uncertain either he felt relieved or otherwise.
Anything became plausible.
Jonghyun shouted a loud " Damn it!" and kicked a trunk, because he was worried whether he had gone late.
But no. Jonghyun composed himself and mind cleared enough to realize, he could not stop at this rate, forcing himself to think clearly.
At least no one would go away from now on.
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" Taemin-ah? You look so frustrated and unstable, baby," Key's worried voice broke the empty quietness and Taemin turned up to look at the mother-figure man. He smiled, albeit he felt tired and weak, Taemin didn't want to cause more worry to the elders. Jinki, beside Key, stood there and stared at Taemin with his most worried look. Taemin wagged his small hand and collapsed his head onto Key's chest, sneaking for a warmth.
" I'm okay," he mumbled, " I just feel exhausted, Hyung."
Key's hand snuck to hug the petite body back, feeling crestfallen seeing the attitude of his beloved dongsaeng. He knew how Taemin had been missing the young master. Key was lucky that Jinki returned safe and no injury, only minor scratches. But how was Minho? The scene of blood flushing out of his stomach was the most horrible, scary thing Key had ever seen. The horror look Taemin made, Key could not get it out. How he wished their happiness now, Key locked his fingers in Taemin's strawberry blonde hairs.
" You can take a walk," Key whispered, " There's actually, President Choi outside. And some of reporters, I believe. Make sure to inhale fresh air, not to get involved with bunch of lifeless people trying to get unworthy news."
Taemin barely nodded. He didn't have enough strength to fight back nor refuse, at all. " Alright." They broke the hug and Taemin smiled, stepping back and dragging himself out of the room. He complied with Key's suggestion, maybe taking a look around hospital won't be a bad choice at all, he thought.
Feeling thirsty all of sudden, Taemin decided to buy drink so he led up to the next corridor and when he was about to turn, he saw President Choi was talking with Butler Eli.
Taemin frowned. What a coincidence -
" How is this affecting Milord's life in the future, President?"
Taemin abruptly stopped and instinctively hid behind the wall, eavesdropping the conversation close at hand.
President Choi sighed. " No.. I appraise him for his braveness. But I know from now on more people are looking for his weakness.. and we all know pretty well his weakness is Assistant Taemin."
Taemin's heart was like dropped from the highest peak - why was that?
" He's still young and has a very unstable emotion, short-tempered. He hasn't faced harsh reality in this world, so I am afraid he can't protect Taemin now. It can harm both of them - I don't want the same thing happened to my late wife, afflicts Minho and Taemin too."
Butler Eli was ready to ask something, but apparently President Choi had not stopped.
" The fact, I bless their relationship with all of my heart," he looked upon at the ceiling, " But both of them are too young to encounter with the darkest reality of this kind of world. Minho isn't an ordinary, normal child, he is the heir of Choi Company. His life is utterly different.."
Butler Eli's head was drooped down, meeting his gaze with the floors.
" So, Eli, I wish that.." President Choi's voice was falling off, as each time passed saying the words, " Nothing bad will happen for now.. They are both still very young, you know.."
They both ended up in silence.
And behind the wall, Taemin's tears formed but he tried to hold up and surpass it. So he intended to leave the place silently, carrying his heavy chest and unacceptable reality coming ahead him.
He had known this.
He should have known this, but Taemin refused to agree and kept walking and causing more trouble. Knowing that stabbed Taemin's fragile heart more and worse, after all the things happened.
Come to think of it.. The now Minho was in a really risky position. Not mentioning the rescuing Taemin effort he had done and bore a fruit for being hospitalized and had not been woken up.
President Choi was right.
Taemin fell on a bench and face-palmed, slowly sliding down slightly on the seat, tears dropped down from the corner of his eyes like a waterfall.
This is too much.
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Jonghyun drove back to the hospital while his mind was flying to somewhere he could not reach, seemed unable to get the something occurred just now off his head. He wondered whether he should tell Taemin or no, because the younger boy still looked down and depressed. Although maybe to him, it would be a relieving news.
His flailing mind was cut off when his phone rang to life, Jonghyun rolled his eyes and made sure no cars getting on his way so he checked the caller's ID. It was Taemin.
" Yeah, Taemin-ah? What's it?"
A short silence followed before Taemin spoke, " Please return back soon, Milord. I have something to tell you."
Taemin had been never this serious to him before after when he rejected the older male, so Jonghyun prejudiced, that time he pointed out that, something was going weird.
" Okay, I'm on my way. It should be fifteen minutes more."
" I'll be waiting."
And Taemin hung up the call.
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Taemin closed his eyes. He had been sitting in the same seat for two hours, and finally he called Jonghyun after making up his mind.
There was no way he would talk this to Key or Jinki. Key would stop him right away and tell him that none of this happening was Taemin's fault. As for Jinki, he was a bit outsider of this matter, he would not really understand.
The best person to understand and accept his decision after hearing everything would be Jonghyun.
" Taemin-ah?"
Taemin looked up and was greeted by the sight of worried Jonghyun. Taemin tried to stand up and compose his position, not to fall on his knees.
He was really, really tired.
" Milord.."
How Taemin hoped he was born as a boy with same status as Minho's, so nothing would have harmed them in the very first place.
But it was no use to cry over spilled milk. So he had to be strong, and bring up what he wanted to say. So he firmed his gaze and looked straight at Jonghyun, determining his intention.
This is for Minho.
" We need to talk."
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It was still dawn, and yet a crack of the front door being opened reverberated through the silent space of the room. Taemin peeked in, making sure that he would not wake Key and Jinki. Last night was their shift to look after Minho, so they slept peacefully with fingers entwining to each other. Taemin smiled at the sight and absorbed every sight he could see for now, because maybe, he would not be able to see this kind of sight for next chance. He tried to remember one by one their features, and walked straight to the unconscious man. Minho still had not opened his eyes, Taemin's heart clenched. He brought himself closer to his lover, memorizing Minho's feature and the color of his skin, his hair, everything.
Taemin could not stop himself from bending down, he closed his teary eyes and landed a soft, short kiss on the elder's lips. The kiss tasted bittersweet and cold, was nowhere from the kiss they usually shared. He could not help but cry at the thought of, it might be the last time they could meet.
Taemin, once again, kissed Minho's forehead, then down to his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and went back to his lips again. But Taemin's lips were trembling, but he had to pull himself together. He had decided this.
Jonghyun had understood - everything was taking in its place. But why did this feel so difficult to do?
Taemin tilted, moving his lips so they brushed Minho's right ear.
Please, listen to me, even you are still closing your eyes.
" I love you.. and I'm sorry."
Then Taemin parted away - he felt his chest heaving up and down when the familiar scent was slowly reducing and disappeared. Taemin turned away quickly and slipped a piece of paper underneath a vase, before he bit his lips to prevent himself from crying again.
So he picked up his bag and looked at Minho once, mumbling 'I love you' once again, and left the ward, closing the door behind him, tried so hard not to sink to his knees and cry his heart out loud, before he finally gave in and walked away,
Leaving the piece of paper, written neatly and started with 'Minho, before you read this, you have to know that, I really truly love you.'
Author : Ahra
Pairing: 2min
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Choi Minho - the sexiest, smartest, richest guy in universe. Unbeatable in the school grade and currently leading a top company under his father's name as the youngest president. Lee Taemin is all Minho needs as his personal assistant. Yes, perfect combination in work, life, and perhaps, love.
a/n: had not written an update for exact one month and returned with chapter 18 like a bo$$ /gets shot/ I'm sorry. School was being a pain in ass and finals were ahead, but everything has (seemed) been finished! /cheers and breakdances/ :D this chapter is kinda angsty and shorty and crappy and I won't mind if you throw me craps ;_; I DESERVE IT /RUNS TO HELL/
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Right beside the hospital's bedstead, Taemin intertwined his fingers tightly to Minho's, clutching the cold big hand carefully. The young boy observed the facial feature of the man he loved, repeatedly holding up his tears which was ready to stain his cheeks. Everything felt unreal, like a incubus, a nightmare haunting Taemin for past three days.
Taemin was never a dreamless person - but this time he lost his sense of taking on his life. Taemin forgot how to smile, he could not remember to eat - if Key didn't budge him, he would not ever eat - he almost could not remember to do anything.
Not until Minho opens his eyes again, Taemin tightened the grip, preventing himself to cry out his heart. He became like this because he saved me.
Taemin's heart was shattered seeing his young master, his lover, laying in unconscious state, looked so weak, so fragile. Taemin wasn't daring enough to do more than touching Minho's skin - as if the older would break if he did that. The only thing Taemin thanked to any God he knew that, Minho's breath was composed and he didn't look in pain anymore, unlike the first day they brought Minho to hospital. It was Key screaming to the nurse frantically, told every nurse and doctor he saw to treat Minho's injury really soon. The blood was flowing swiftly from his stomach - another thing Taemin felt grateful was the bullet missed the fatal part, the fact increased Taemin's appeasement even though was just a little bit, but it was still considerable - and Jonghyun carried Minho on his back while his face was like, a bus just ran past him. Of course, feeling a lot of blood coming out more and tarnishing the garment of his shirt, made Jonghyun could not think properly. Top of all the man dying on his back was his cousin whom Jonghyun admired the most.
Out of them, it was only Jinki who managed to put up his emotion & smoothly talked to the front-desk about Minho's current situation, and when he explained that the patient was the only heir of Choi Company and the youngest president in Seoul, the hospital quickly gave the best room and treatment after establishing his weak condition in Emergency Room.
Also the fact of all medias tried catching up the news and interviewing the President Choi - Minho's father - didn't help Taemin. He got more frustrated and depressed - although President Choi responded the situation with a smile. He didn't even blame Taemin - such a kind-hearted middle-aged man he was. When Taemin asked why, President Choi simply replied, " Because if it were me to save my late wife, I would have done the same reckless thing too." and Taemin choked on the fact that President Choi had figured out their relationship. When President Choi was asked about it, he laughed and explained, he wasn't too surprised because Minho had been head over heel towards Taemin since they were little.
" I also had experienced the same difficulty, Assistant Taemin, of protecting and keeping away my late wife from any harm."
But Taemin, still, could not forgive himself for causing Minho end up hospitalized after going through the pain.
" Taemin-ah," Key's soft voice pulled Taemin out of the inner war, " You should eat. Jinki and I have bought you a lunch."
Taemin attempted a smile and retreat back to couch, bouncing a little before took the lunchbox to his lap. " Where's Milord Jonghyun?" Taemin murmured.
" He has not returned back from checking the place you were being arrested," Key patiently explained, keeping his voice low, " He has to do some investigation, he may get something from there."
" I see." Taemin didn't bother to ask again so he continued chewing the sandwich quietly, looking down at the floor. Several things raced up in his mind, giving a cry to have an attention in kind.
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Jonghyun crossed his arms over his chest and hissed as he flipped over the papers one by one impatiently. His eyes rolled and glanced at the destroyed building which had been fallen apart and collapsed into chunks of bricks. Jonghyun felt irritated, something had gone not right - why the hell could he not find Joon's corpse? Two fucking days. The investigation team could have gone and found the corpse, but they earned nothing.
Jonghyun expected he would find the dead body and bring it to the hospital, perhaps hold a funeral ceremony for Joon but fuck, he even didn't catch a hint of Joon's existence in this decayed place.
After some time passed later, Jonghyun broke the gaze and shifted to the thicket behind the building, somehow after thirty seven hours in this secluded location, he had not looked through the thicket. He was only focused with the situation of the destroyed building and not bothered to take a look to other side.
Maybe if he checked it, would not commit a crime, would he?
Jonghyun was downright uneasy while taking the first step forward, before he stilled once, and continued dragging his feet closer to the thicket.. he shook his head when a bolt of fear buzzed down his spine, and walked straight again, each time hitting the soil with his high trainers. He tried occupying himself by thinking that he would not see a chopped, wrecked corpse somehow among the thicket.
Because he was fucking alone now. Yesterday he was with investigation team picking up dead corpses, it was already making his nape hair stand wild inhaling a quietus scent, and tossing around inside his stomach, felt nausea. But yesterday was nothing compared today - in the dusk, walking closer to something he even had no idea what -
But he saw nothing, so he went further and further.. then he stopped.
The thicket revealed nothing but trail of blood.
That was weird. Jonghyun was sure yesterday there was no blood scattered on the soil - no. How if actually someone might have been hiding at certain spot and when Jonghyun and the investigation team left the place, someone crawled and stumbled to somewhere, dropping some blood?
Hadn't they murdered all opponents in the building? He was certain that when the bomb exploded, no one was running out to save their spared life because everyone was murdered in Jonghyun, Minho, and Jinki 's hand.
What if -
Jonghyun gasped and gritted his teeth, feeling uncertain either he felt relieved or otherwise.
Anything became plausible.
Jonghyun shouted a loud " Damn it!" and kicked a trunk, because he was worried whether he had gone late.
But no. Jonghyun composed himself and mind cleared enough to realize, he could not stop at this rate, forcing himself to think clearly.
At least no one would go away from now on.
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" Taemin-ah? You look so frustrated and unstable, baby," Key's worried voice broke the empty quietness and Taemin turned up to look at the mother-figure man. He smiled, albeit he felt tired and weak, Taemin didn't want to cause more worry to the elders. Jinki, beside Key, stood there and stared at Taemin with his most worried look. Taemin wagged his small hand and collapsed his head onto Key's chest, sneaking for a warmth.
" I'm okay," he mumbled, " I just feel exhausted, Hyung."
Key's hand snuck to hug the petite body back, feeling crestfallen seeing the attitude of his beloved dongsaeng. He knew how Taemin had been missing the young master. Key was lucky that Jinki returned safe and no injury, only minor scratches. But how was Minho? The scene of blood flushing out of his stomach was the most horrible, scary thing Key had ever seen. The horror look Taemin made, Key could not get it out. How he wished their happiness now, Key locked his fingers in Taemin's strawberry blonde hairs.
" You can take a walk," Key whispered, " There's actually, President Choi outside. And some of reporters, I believe. Make sure to inhale fresh air, not to get involved with bunch of lifeless people trying to get unworthy news."
Taemin barely nodded. He didn't have enough strength to fight back nor refuse, at all. " Alright." They broke the hug and Taemin smiled, stepping back and dragging himself out of the room. He complied with Key's suggestion, maybe taking a look around hospital won't be a bad choice at all, he thought.
Feeling thirsty all of sudden, Taemin decided to buy drink so he led up to the next corridor and when he was about to turn, he saw President Choi was talking with Butler Eli.
Taemin frowned. What a coincidence -
" How is this affecting Milord's life in the future, President?"
Taemin abruptly stopped and instinctively hid behind the wall, eavesdropping the conversation close at hand.
President Choi sighed. " No.. I appraise him for his braveness. But I know from now on more people are looking for his weakness.. and we all know pretty well his weakness is Assistant Taemin."
Taemin's heart was like dropped from the highest peak - why was that?
" He's still young and has a very unstable emotion, short-tempered. He hasn't faced harsh reality in this world, so I am afraid he can't protect Taemin now. It can harm both of them - I don't want the same thing happened to my late wife, afflicts Minho and Taemin too."
Butler Eli was ready to ask something, but apparently President Choi had not stopped.
" The fact, I bless their relationship with all of my heart," he looked upon at the ceiling, " But both of them are too young to encounter with the darkest reality of this kind of world. Minho isn't an ordinary, normal child, he is the heir of Choi Company. His life is utterly different.."
Butler Eli's head was drooped down, meeting his gaze with the floors.
" So, Eli, I wish that.." President Choi's voice was falling off, as each time passed saying the words, " Nothing bad will happen for now.. They are both still very young, you know.."
They both ended up in silence.
And behind the wall, Taemin's tears formed but he tried to hold up and surpass it. So he intended to leave the place silently, carrying his heavy chest and unacceptable reality coming ahead him.
He had known this.
He should have known this, but Taemin refused to agree and kept walking and causing more trouble. Knowing that stabbed Taemin's fragile heart more and worse, after all the things happened.
Come to think of it.. The now Minho was in a really risky position. Not mentioning the rescuing Taemin effort he had done and bore a fruit for being hospitalized and had not been woken up.
President Choi was right.
Taemin fell on a bench and face-palmed, slowly sliding down slightly on the seat, tears dropped down from the corner of his eyes like a waterfall.
This is too much.
.
.
.
Jonghyun drove back to the hospital while his mind was flying to somewhere he could not reach, seemed unable to get the something occurred just now off his head. He wondered whether he should tell Taemin or no, because the younger boy still looked down and depressed. Although maybe to him, it would be a relieving news.
His flailing mind was cut off when his phone rang to life, Jonghyun rolled his eyes and made sure no cars getting on his way so he checked the caller's ID. It was Taemin.
" Yeah, Taemin-ah? What's it?"
A short silence followed before Taemin spoke, " Please return back soon, Milord. I have something to tell you."
Taemin had been never this serious to him before after when he rejected the older male, so Jonghyun prejudiced, that time he pointed out that, something was going weird.
" Okay, I'm on my way. It should be fifteen minutes more."
" I'll be waiting."
And Taemin hung up the call.
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Taemin closed his eyes. He had been sitting in the same seat for two hours, and finally he called Jonghyun after making up his mind.
There was no way he would talk this to Key or Jinki. Key would stop him right away and tell him that none of this happening was Taemin's fault. As for Jinki, he was a bit outsider of this matter, he would not really understand.
The best person to understand and accept his decision after hearing everything would be Jonghyun.
" Taemin-ah?"
Taemin looked up and was greeted by the sight of worried Jonghyun. Taemin tried to stand up and compose his position, not to fall on his knees.
He was really, really tired.
" Milord.."
How Taemin hoped he was born as a boy with same status as Minho's, so nothing would have harmed them in the very first place.
But it was no use to cry over spilled milk. So he had to be strong, and bring up what he wanted to say. So he firmed his gaze and looked straight at Jonghyun, determining his intention.
This is for Minho.
" We need to talk."
.
.
.
It was still dawn, and yet a crack of the front door being opened reverberated through the silent space of the room. Taemin peeked in, making sure that he would not wake Key and Jinki. Last night was their shift to look after Minho, so they slept peacefully with fingers entwining to each other. Taemin smiled at the sight and absorbed every sight he could see for now, because maybe, he would not be able to see this kind of sight for next chance. He tried to remember one by one their features, and walked straight to the unconscious man. Minho still had not opened his eyes, Taemin's heart clenched. He brought himself closer to his lover, memorizing Minho's feature and the color of his skin, his hair, everything.
Taemin could not stop himself from bending down, he closed his teary eyes and landed a soft, short kiss on the elder's lips. The kiss tasted bittersweet and cold, was nowhere from the kiss they usually shared. He could not help but cry at the thought of, it might be the last time they could meet.
Taemin, once again, kissed Minho's forehead, then down to his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, and went back to his lips again. But Taemin's lips were trembling, but he had to pull himself together. He had decided this.
Jonghyun had understood - everything was taking in its place. But why did this feel so difficult to do?
Taemin tilted, moving his lips so they brushed Minho's right ear.
Please, listen to me, even you are still closing your eyes.
" I love you.. and I'm sorry."
Then Taemin parted away - he felt his chest heaving up and down when the familiar scent was slowly reducing and disappeared. Taemin turned away quickly and slipped a piece of paper underneath a vase, before he bit his lips to prevent himself from crying again.
So he picked up his bag and looked at Minho once, mumbling 'I love you' once again, and left the ward, closing the door behind him, tried so hard not to sink to his knees and cry his heart out loud, before he finally gave in and walked away,
Leaving the piece of paper, written neatly and started with 'Minho, before you read this, you have to know that, I really truly love you.'