Minho

Breakups are the most difficult period in life. It's a complex emotional process during which you feel denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. It causes pain and sadness, no matter who initiates it. This is what happened to our heroes. They were young and foolish, not understanding how important the person next to them is. In the heat of an argument, that prickly "we're breaking up" was said. Half a year had passed since the incident, and despite this, my heart still fluttered, sensing even the slightest hint of strawberry scent. It was the scent of Han's shampoo. Even a hint of the pudding that the elder adored so much. They both suffered, but couldn't return. Why? They themselves don't know. Maybe because of pride, or maybe because of something else. Both of them always reached out to write "sorry. "One rainy day, everyone Han was overwhelmed by the pressure of school, his parents were failing him again. He felt terrible, wanting to drown in Minho's arms and forget everything. And that day, he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't even remember how he found himself standing in front of a strange, yet so familiar door. He was about to knock when the door opened. Minho's heart told him there was something warm behind the door. And he was right. What's wrong? You'll get wet... the older one started grumbling. "I'm sorry... " Khan said, looking at the floor, tears mixing with the raindrops. He quietly sobbed. Well, at least that's what he thought, but it was enough for Minho to hear. "Come in, " Minho said. Khan entered, still looking at the floor. He was ashamed to look up at his elder. "What happened? " asked the older one, with the same tenderness as always. The younger one's heart sank. I... just.. I.. - the tears were flowing, the brain wasn't thinking. Minho hugged him. Without words, without explanations, without unnecessary actions. Just took and hugged. Later.. Now calm down..