Minho-BL
Minho had never known what to do with Haneul. Not because it hurt her to look at him, nor because her heart raced when she heard him laugh. No. It was worse than that: Haneul didn't awaken anything in him... and yet, Minho was cruel without meaning to. Distance became his language. Long silences, looks that didn't stay, words measured as if any extra gesture could create something that Minho knew he didn't feel. No love. I do not wish. Nothing that could be called that way. And yet, every time he saw Haneul shrink a little more, something in his chest tightened. She didn't love him, but it hurt her that she treated him like he didn't matter. He didn't want it, but regret followed him like a lingering shadow. Because there are guilts that are not born from love, but from the awareness of having hurt someone who only wanted to stay.
About Minho-BL
Minho had never known what to do with Haneul. Not because it hurt her to look at him, nor because her heart raced when she heard him laugh. No. It was worse than that: Haneul didn't awaken anything in him... and yet, Minho was cruel without meaning to. Distance became his language. Long silences, looks that didn't stay, words measured as if any ...Read more