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@lost-minho-blog
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hey guys, im really sorry but I'm going to have to give Minho up- I've overwhelmed myself here and I think Minho deserves to go into better hands.
he deserves better than my shit, tbqh. I'm really sorry for all the guys I was plotting with- I just, whenever I see his face I want to cry cause I feel so bad. T^T
it was fun tho.
once lost, never again
It's been years since he's seen that person, after seeing them suddenly- Minho wouldn't be Minho again. This person was hurt terribly by Minho, pure betrayal out of fear.
Now, this person sees Minho and wants to rid of him- to never see him again. Even then, Minho can't help but feel sorry enough to even suck up to them. He toughens up, becomes more calloused because of this person -
Only a few years ago the two were inseparable, best friends to the point of even making promises they might've risked their lives for each other- no, they would've. Without a doubt.
But after being ruined, this person sees Minho as nothing but someone he doesn't want to see again. After the incident, all they needed was Minho to be by their side- but instead, he ran.
Ran until they meet again now, because now- it seems like there's nothing he can to do make things any better than they were than to be the next human punching bag.
How ironic.
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` raindrops on roses | jinki
Jinki smiled at the other and looked down at the bowl for a moment. He knew they still grew in Sanya. What people didn’t know was that Jinki still had some seeds hidden away. He wasn’t very good with plants. While his mother seemed to heal and tend to plants (though she wasn’t a mutant), Jinki was more inept to people.
Glancing at the boy, he chuckled, “I know, I know. My mother was a florist… that’s why I’m here,” he commented, stating the obvious. He knew how to take care of plants, but he could manage. This was something he wanted to take care of.
“Thank you for this, really.”
Minho wasn't good with people in general, he wasn't insecure but instead he was simply unable to speak to his emotions without the formalities.
He nodded and bowed politely, "Thank you for visiting, it's truly an honor." He motioned his hand to the exit and followed Mr. Lee to the shop itself. "Thank you for stopping by sir, I hope you can stop by again."
Minho smiled, like his father had taught him.
Remember to smile politely and not sincerely, your bow should break your back and your cheeks should feel like plastic. When a conversation ends, it ends and make sure you lead them the right way out.
So he bowed, like he was taught and made sure Mr. Lee was at the door correctly and made way to the assured politeness he could manage. Of all people, he didn't want to be so formal with Mr. Lee- the son of Minho's idol...
He sighed, quietly.
why is minho anti mutant?
It’s because he’s deathly afraid of them wrecking society and he’s overall just afraid of them.
His own life and view on society is already pummeled, he thinks that with another world or another “race” everything would collapse. But he keeps it to himself because he’s surrounded by them in Musa, he doesn’t hate them he just doesn’t understand their purpose.
` mélange | boa
Long enough had Minho been diligent in class, college was even easier because he simply went to class and wasn't stuck with the same people. There was always a variety, which was slightly frightening at first but once he just ignored everyone it got to be easier.
He headed over to the front door, his phone buzzed multiple times- his father had texted him about the latest news of his mother. Recently, she's gotten emotional - which was strange since she was so stoic all his life - and only now she had realized how much of an impact Minho was to their family.
He was a weak link, honestly. But she always saw that to be the good in him, therefore she taught him the art of the earth and plants. On the flip side, his father stood his ground on wanting him to be the next CEO in line.
Minho was about to reply to the personal text when someone had bumped into him.
` raindrops on roses | jinki
Jinki raised an amused eyebrow at the younger male, a cute side smile appearing as the other become flustered and bowed to him. It was nice that his mother was remembered for the good times, but he definitely didn’t need to be bowed, but he still smiled.
He accepted the vase, holding it in his hands, willing his clumsiness to disappear until he made his way home. He held it close to him and sighed, allowing the nostalgia take over him.
Glancing up at the other boy, he tilted his head, “It is more of an honor to meet you actually. Anyone who will remember my mother is always nice. It means she’ll continue to be remembered,” he nodded his head.
Minho smiled quietly, he was surprised to hear such a thing. He simply nodded, not really knowing what to do in these situations.
So he changed the subject, "Make sure you keep a good eye on it, put it in a spot where sunlight isn't extremely strong nor lacking." He touched the petals of his own flowers softly, the fact that he was speaking this much was a surprise. "Water is necessary, don't worry about overwatering. This species tends to be more lenient."
The other seemed more mature yet free willed, it was strange to see such a class. Then again, he had seen so many mutants around it's just difficult to keep everything tracked.
For now, his thoughts were scattered, everywhere and perhaps out of line. But knowing Mr. Lee had reason, Minho remained where he was.
__ just the usual texts | minho
(/ can’t exactly avoid his eyes from scanning the scene before him because it’s too much fun not to and minho seems to awkward trying to “bribe” the cat with food, which is always a good thing because if there’s something he understands is that Shadow is just a big fat cat that would do anything for food – just like his owner) Someone is in a good mood today. (/ he commented, wheeling the chair closer to watch the scene more appropriately and gave it a low chuckle when his friend seemed more comfortable around the pet; somehow he was pleased because for once he didn’t like when two important things in his life didn’t exactly get along – yeah, minho would definitely fit the important people on his slim list of acquaintances) – (/ at the warning, the professor simply shrugged and followed the other male back to the kitchen, hands now over the counter so he would be able to inspect the contents of the groceries’ bags, already pleased with some of the items he bought – how strange was that minho knew exactly what was his favorite cereal flavor and the ice cream he liked the most? So odd – perhaps he should just go buy his own food sometimes) I can’t promise I won’t make any comment until the end of the night – of how Minho finally didn’t turn down some pussy. (/ wheeling his way back to the living room, taking a bag of chips, he never waited for his friend’s reply because he knew for sure the reply was coming – sooner or later)
(/ pops up from under the counter and walks over to Changmin, a bag a grapes in hand and hits the other in the head with them )
You're a jerk.
(/ pouts and putting a grape in his mouth while he stares at the television screen for four seconds, then he runs back to the kitchen and turns on the radio as loud as he can )
(/ sometimes minho really questions the fact that he befriended changmin, the two are so different yet they have chemistry- at times it felt as if minho has known changmin all his life ) (/ after a bit, minho had finally finished the groceries and heard the movie credits- he walked over tentatively and sat down on the couch, hoping Changmin wasn't going to put on another horror movie )
(/ he looked down at his hands, wanting to talk to Changmin personally but never really knew how to start- so he just stared. )
Is Minho at the Heukyang festival?
No, he's going to stay home in his closet.
kinda outta luck
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Flower shop, he reminds himself, and adjusts his jacket so it’s a little more unzipped. The streets aren’t as crowded as he would have thought and the walk is more pleasure than work. It’s enjoyable and if he wasn’t so good at multitasking, he’s almost positive he would’ve passed right by the building in question.
Days never changed, it was the same usuals, and the same unusual's. Granted, a flower shop wasn't the first place to go to for a bit of fun. Even then, Minho wasn't one to go out and have fun or take risks. His demeanor stood on the pH scale of timid and scared, his risk would be something as small as talking to strangers.
"Yes, sir." He smiled quietly and went on with wrapping the bouquet, a dozen roses for Mother's Day, how lovely. He began to think of his own mother, when she had completely thrown out whatever he gave her for the mother's days in the past.
Minho nodded. "Have a nice day, thank you."
At the sound of the door's little bell, Minho looked over and greeted the new customer. He seemed - out of place, a mop of hair and a certain twinkle in his eye didn't help to clean up the slightly unbuttoned shirt or the strut to his walk.
With risk, Minho's low and quiet voice spoke out to a greeting. "Welcome, can I help you?"
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semi-hiatus; applies to taecyeon too. ap testing is coming up, grades are dropping, i need to get softball murdered over with, and i'll pop a squat by my computer for replies every so often when i take a break or something.
__ just the usual texts | minho
(/ skipping the answer on the next, because momentarily distracted by the movie chosen, Changmin simply decided to wait for his friend to arrive, shifting from the wheelchair to the couch nearby, positioning his legs on the seat beside him) – (/ it wasn’t long before his enhanced senses picked the movement outside the apartment and by the way the person’s feet dragged along the corridor, he knew it was his friend – perhaps the only positive point in being someone crippled would be that anyway – to be able to have his senses more accurate than other and normal people)
“Stop shifting around and come inside already, Minho. It’s just a horror movie. Now you’re going to tell me you’re afraid of movies as well.” His voice was more sarcastic than the normal and he didn’t exactly turn his attention from the scenes on the tv screen. “You’re making me question my association with you.”
(/ rolls his eyes at Changmin's comment, he wanted to ask who was supplying him with the food, but he decided to stay quiet- he was too tired for any bickering or sarcasm contests ) (/ he remained quiet and removed items from the bags, after finding the cat food and treats, he took one out and decided to come over his fear of the little devil )
(/ turning around, Minho saw Shadow coming up and brushing himself on his leg. Kneels down and puts the treat in his palm and chuckles a little when Shadow licks his palm clean after eating the treat ) (/ hesitates before stroking Shadow's back, smiling slightly further when the cat's back rolls with the touch of his hand ) Hello there- (/ he smiles as the cat props its two front paws on Minho's knees - then rubbing his nose with Minho's, only to come down and walk away after one more leg rub )
(/ stands up and sees Changmin smiling ) (/ before he can say anything, Minho puts his hand up )
If I hear one sly or sarcastic comment from you I might just have to leave.
(/ turns back around and tiredly handles the overflow of plastic bags and groceries ) (/ he didn't say anything more since he knew Changmin would say something anyways )
` raindrops on roses | jinki
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Glancing at the male, his chuckled, “You mean my umma,” he commented before looked back at the flowers, “Lee Eunkyung, owner of Sanya’s most loved flower shop, Blooming Days,” he nodded his head. It became more famous when she was killed. The thought made his smile turn sad.
Minho turned around slowly with his mouth wide open, the shock would take place in about two seconds.
"Y-you're-" He scratched the back of his neck and then remembered to bow, then he smiled brightly- as he hadn't done in a few days. "It's an honor to meet you!"
Minho saw the solemn look, only then did he look around frantically to find a thin tall vase and a clipper. Then with precision, he snipped one of the flowers near the bottom of its stem and placed it in the vase, adding water and formula.
He handed it over to Mr. Lee, "Here," Minho smiled gingerly. "Y-you need it more than I do."
He only had one other bleeding heart left, but after all this work- he figured it'd be worth it to get some seeds going. That's what Mrs. Lee would've done, so that what Minho will do.
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