𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 • ᵐⁱⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ

Forgetting You 12.1

Opening the front door, Minho steps in, tired from work. He expected to be home alone so he isn't surprised when it's quiet. Minho first hangs up his coat and places his shoes on the rack before making his way to the bathroom.

That's when he hears it. Each steps he takes it becomes more clear.

Swinging the bathroom door open Minho freezes at the sight. The bathroom lights illuminates everything—hiding nothing. His body starts crying uncontrollably—understanding the situation before his mind can process it. Every string in his heart feels like it's being pulled in every direction.

Trying to keep himself from collapsing to his knees, Minho walks over to the bath tub. His socks dampen from the overflowing water, but he doesn't care—he can't even feel it. There, he reaches out with a shaky hand to stroke the sleeping males cheek.

Still warm.

Minho tries to scream and cry but it only comes out as an inaudible sob. His body is in so much pain that it can't comprehend anything going on around him. He can't see anything as it all blurs from his tears. Using his sense of touch, Minho takes ahold of the males head and cradles it against his chest. Minho's whole body is shaking as his tears adding to the bath water.

One Hour?

Minho questions that if he was home just one hour earlier could he be happy right now.  Could none of this have happened.

He knew things weren't going well, but he never thought it was this bad.  He thought they would be able to talk it out and fix it all. Minho now knows he left it too long and the cracks are no longer able to be fixed.

"I'm sorry." He softly says the best he can. "I'm so sorry Chan." His body starts rocking like a child to comfort itself. "Come back to me, p-please."

Minho wishes to go back in time. He wishes to undo all the bad things.

Looking up, Minho finds himself back outside the door to the apartment he lives with his boyfriend. He wearing the same shoes and coat he remembers taking off. Something feels wrong but he shakes it off as déjà vu. It feels like he can remembering something, however, as he thinks it through the ending starts to fade. Entering the house he does that same as he remembers; hanging is coat up and placing his shoes on the rack.

It's quiet as he's home alone. Chan said that he would be later home tonight. Again.

Since he had a stressful day at his part-time job, Minho decides to take a shower so he can relax. It just had to be that the day someone calls in late to say they're sick and they can't come in—and no one will cover—is the day that everything that could go wrong. Luckily, Minho wasn't alone through it all as he still had one other college with him.

A shiver travels down Minho's spine as he walking down the hallway and he starts to have an eerie feeling. Something feels wrong. Reaching the bathroom, Minho can hear the bath running and assumes that Chan came home early. He opens the door expecting to surprise his boyfriend. Instead he's the one that gets the shock of his life.

"C-Channie?" He whispers, hoping that the male has fallen asleep while having a bath. If only it could be true. It's far to obvious that his boyfriend isn't sleeping, Minho knows he's never going to wake up.

The water surrounding Chan's body is red. There is a razor blade laying on the side of the tub. Minho knows what's happened, but he doesn't want to admit it. He doesn't want it to be real.

But it is.

Water, that has over flown from the bath, splashes as Minho steps though it. He doesn't care about anything else in the world right now, he just wants to hold his boyfriend's body. He's crying so hard that his throat aches even though no sound is coming out.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Chan. Please come back to me. P-please." It's chopped as he whispers against his boyfriend's lifeless body. It all feels like a dream even though it's real. Minho so badly wants to wake up right now next to Chan's body. He wants to hold Chan as he cries into their shoulder and attempt explain the night mare he's just had. Minho scrunches his eyes tightly as he finally cries aloud of pure pain and heartbreaks.

When Minho opens his eyes again he finds himself back outside the front door. "What the—" He looks around and it's all the same. This time he remembers it all. He knows what he's going to find when he walk through that door.

"I think we need to talk." A mysterious voice speaks out that Minho certainly doesn't remember being apart of what's to happen.

Turning to the source, Minho is greeted by a dark hooded figure. "H-hello..." He quivers as a sense of fear fills him.

"Hello Minho." They reply, casually.