It was a rare occurrence for him to be able to actually walk home from schedules with no one but himself to accompany him, especially with how active he was. If he didn’t get to do some kind of physical activity during the day it usually made for a very unhappy, and an easily irritated Choi Minho. With plenty of fans waiting outside for them at any time of the day; it made things a little more difficult for any of them to go out without some type of guard or their manager with them. Everyone enjoyed having their alone time. It was human nature to want to have your space, because who wanted someone following you around day in, and day out? Not many people. But, that was merely just their life now. Merely just his life. He didn’t complain much about it, since it just wasn’t in him to complain about something that others only dreamed of. This what was he wanted to do for most of his life. And, he would take all of the downfalls along with all of the good things that came with it.
Slowly, he made his way along the sidewalks that were once completely busy, now only a few lingering people were left. Probably walking home from work, maybe from school even. He wasn’t entirely sure, but he did like to make up scenarios about what other people were possibly doing out along with him. It was a little game he liked to play just to pass the time. His eyes focused on someone with a backpack on their shoulders bustling down the street like they had no time to lose. ‘Ah, I’m late. I’m late, I’m late, I’m so late! Moms gonna kill me if I miss dinner one more time!’ He snickers to himself at his own thoughts, shaking his head at how strange this probably was. If anyone were to ever ask him what he was thinking while he took his walks, this would probably get him put in for evaluation on his mental processes.
He stopped in his tracks when he noticed something a little out of the ordinary. Not entirely odd, but at this time of the day with really nothing left to do, it was indeed a little odd. Someone was filming for something, but no one else was around--at least not from what he could see. For some strange reason he found his feet taking on a mind of their own as he crossed the street to close the distance between the two of them. Clearing his throat to get the other male’s attention, he tilted his head to the side slightly in curiosity before he spoke. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I was just a little curious. Are you making a video?” Always the curious one, was he. It probably would get him into trouble one day if he ever questioned someone who was not so nice.
