[ BRIDGES TO MEND ]
ππππππ'π πππππππππ, Seoul, SK May, 2025 w.Β ππππππ ππππππ
The last time Mindeulle saw Shouta, they'd both been crying. Min, breaking both of their hearts, had broken things off, 'for Shouta's benefit'. He still believed that to be true. Who wanted a boyfriend who was stuck in hospital? Who's health overtook their life over and over again. He'd set him free, and in doing so, he'd lost the only person he'd ever loved. They'd stay in touch, he'd told Shouta. They could still be friends, he'd told Shouta. Yet their messages were sparse, and lacked the feeling they used to hold. Both retained too much hurt and sorrow, and so they'd left their chat room dusty for far too long.
Min had never stopped loving him, even after months apart. He'd lain awake thinking about the boy with the bunny teeth and catlike eyes. He loved him with every fibre of his being, and being without him hurt more than any sickness he'd ever endured. It's what had led to his inevitable return to Shouta's doorstep, ready to grovel for forgiveness, though he knew he'd have to be the luckiest man on earth to win his affections back after breaking his heart, regardless of whether he'd broken his own in the process. It takes a full ten minutes of standing a few metres down the corridor from Shouta's front door for him to finally muster up the courage to just go over and knock. As soon as he does, though, his stomach drops into his feet and he feels like he might faint. He should have texted ahead of time, warned Shouta he was coming. What if he was with a new man? A man better, healthier, stronger than Min? It would be what Shouta deserved, of course, but Min could already feel his heart bleeding at the mere idea of it. What did he even intend to say to him, past 'I'm sorry'? What could he say to make any of it better? At the very least, they had a lot to talk about. Bridges to mend.








