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A Lost Star Trying to Light Up the Dark

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"Wonwoo, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, you know Wonwoo."

 

Mingyu turned to Wonwoo, smile on his face, prepared to greet the older. His smile faltered when he saw Wonwoo already looking at him with unreadable expression.

 

"You guys were playmates when you were kids, I'd say, you were best friends," Wonwoo's father continued without noticing the tension between the two.

 

 Wonwoo snickered, he was going to be late. Stupid old man, stupid kid. He looked at his watch again, his face full of irritation.

  

"Really now, dad? I don't have time for this. Save this shit for another day, or better yet, do it in our next life time."

  

"JEON WONWOO," his father hissed loudly.

 

 "It's okay, uncle. It's been years. It's expected that Wonwoo-hyung forgot about me," Mingyu kept his eyes on the floor as if there's something more interesting there than the beautiful man in front of him.

 

"Can I go now? I have an important date," Wonwoo asked. His father sighed. 

 

"Okay, just don't forget to be back early. We're having dinner with your mom and Mingyu."

  

But as soon as Wonwoo heard the word 'okay' from his dad, he was already on his way to the door, not minding the words after.

 

Wonwoo's father turned to Mingyu.

 

"I'm sorry about him, Mingyu. He'll warm up soon, don't worry. I have to go now too, I have a meeting at the company. We already arranged your room upstairs. Please feel at home. If you need anything, just tell the maids," he turned to leave.

 

Mingyu didn't reply. He was looking at the door where Wonwoo was just at earlier, longing evident on his face but no one was there to notice.

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Mingyu was tired, physically, mentally and emotionally tired. He was starting to regret his decisions.

What was he thinking?

The things that happened hours ago began playing at the back of his mind.

Wonwoo’s eyes, Wonwoo’s face, Wonwoo’s voice, Wonwoo’s lips. Especially Wonwoo’s lips.

He missed Wonwoo so much, so much that he felt like suffocating when he finally met him again.

He waited for this. He anticipated for that exact moment. He remembered thinking about different scenarios in his head that he ended up having countless of sleepless nights.

Wonwoo, the one part of his past that he cherished the most.

Why was he disappointed when Wonwoo can’t remember him? Why was he disappointed when he didn’t even recognize him? He thought they can continue where they left off. He was so wrong but he should’ve expected that.

“It’s been years, Mingyu. You should accept the fact that he forgot all about you. At least you’re finally here by his side to create new memories with him,” he whispered, trying to cheer himself up.

He felt a headache coming. If it was in a normal circumstance, he’d think that it was just because of jet lag, but it’s not. He knew that it’s not.

He decided to take a nap, thinking it would help. He still had a few hours before he needed to prepare for the dinner Wonwoo’s parents scheduled for tonight.

He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to think about meeting Wonwoo again, facing him again hours after that awkward ‘first meeting’. But who was he kidding? He’s now living under the same roof as Wonwoo. Well, at least for the rest of the year. They’d probably bump into each other everyday.

He didn’t realize he fell asleep until he heard his phone’s alarm, jolting him awake.

That nap didn’t help at all. He ended up dreaming about his childhood and his memories with Wonwoo.

“I shouldn’t probably fall asleep while thinking about him next time,” he whispered to himself.

“You should go after the things you think that are worth it and will make you happy.”

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, Wonwoo-hyung.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock.

“Mingyu, are you ready to go, honey?,” he heard Wonwoo’s mom’s voice coming from the other side of the door.

“I’m gonna be out in a few minutes, Auntie. Thank you,” Mingyu replied out loud.

“Okay, we’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

He looked at the clock hanging on the wall and realized he wasted almost 30 minutes spacing off, thinking about Wonwoo.

He immediately went to the bathroom to freshen himself up. Then, he opened his luggage sitting near his bed and changed into the first decent top he saw.

He was picking up his phone and his watch from the bedside table when noticed something.

A picture frame.

Was it there earlier? Probably.

He spent quite a while looking at it. He remembered the things that happened that day.

“That was taken almost 10 years ago,” he thought. A sad smile can be seen on his face, it was like an automatic reaction of his body whenever Wonwoo crosses his mind.

With a final look at the picture, he went out of his room.