MinV or VMin

The sound of singing accompanied by the strumming of an acoustic guitar floated from somewhere in the university dormitory. Floating in and affecting his empty dreams until he had to open his eyes even though he had only slept for a few hours. When I saw the light-colored curtains on the balcony blowing in the wind, it made me realize that I hadn't closed the glass door before going to bed. The sound of the music could be heard in his room.

He relaxed his breath, closed his eyes and lay quietly listening to the sound. A sound that seemed to come from the next room. Through the balcony that was only blocked off by a simple net door.

The lyrics have a gentle meaning that goes well with the sweet voice. Until it felt like the voice was comforting his withered heart and making it come alive.

How long had he felt so calm? He remained calm until he became aware of the steady rhythm of his heartbeat in his chest. The voice of my heart that has been rejecting me will always be heard. Because the last time he heard It was the sound of a heart being squeezed painfully with just a few firm words that could easily sever the connection called love. From the person who used to be like his own heart

His two arms hugged the bright red heart-patterned throw pillow at his side, burying his face in it. Just in time, the music from the next room quieted down. Before the silence was almost instantly interrupted by the sound of a vibrating phone. A slender hand reached out and searched without looking. Before I could find it, the rattling sound had quietened.

He frowned at the missed calls and read the messages sent by his friends who had called him to work together as a group. Just thinking about the amount of work that needs to be submitted gives me a headache in the morning. Not even counting the mental condition which is no less bad than the physical one. Just this, his lifespan had already been shortened enough.

He let out a sigh as he prepared to pack up his things to leave for group work with his friends at university. while wishing he could hear that sweet, sweet voice one more time At least it would be good to help relieve the heavy feeling in my chest right now.

Suddenly I wondered who was the owner of that beautiful voice. I was so curious that I wanted to knock on the door next door to say hello and then give a heartfelt compliment and get to know each other... But doing that would probably seem a little too scary…

He twisted the doorknob after walking out to make sure it was locked. But it's not yet time to move anywhere. The door to the next room opened. Followed by the slender figure of a man in white casual clothes who looked larger than his body. His other hand held his bag. The party suddenly turned around and looked. So he acted like he didn't care. Slowly, I put my keys into my shoulder bag and rummaged around in my bag when there was nothing to find.

While observing the person beside him out of the corner of his eye Until that person walked away, he followed.

The light-colored hair of the person in front of him was not set in a perfect style, moving back and forth as he walked. His height is approximately one less than him. Plus, the long-sleeved shirt is bigger than the body, making it look even smaller. I couldn't think of anything else. The phone in his pants pocket vibrated again. Making him startled, he quickly accepted and took long steps past the people next to the room, regretfully… Even though I didn't intend to say hello anyway.

All the time he was leaving the room here and there. Including group work The singing that I heard this morning was still playing in my head all day without stopping, with the same lines that I could remember from listening just once. No matter how hard you try to focus on the task in front of you, That song still refused to disappear.

But it didn't bother me at all. ...I'll even like it.

Time passed by until the sun went down. Just in time, I finished cleaning up everything so I walked back to my room as usual. His eyes looked at the closed door of the next room. I don't know if that person has returned or not... I wondered as I turned the key and walked into my room, which was now covered in orange evening light that shone through the clear glass door, with no curtains blocking it.

White bedsheets reflect a faint orange light. He picked up his phone and opened it to find something to listen to to cover the silence and carelessly threw it on the bed. Until the orange light faded After a moment, he opened the balcony door and stood outside to look. Let the music from your phone ring like that.

He watched the sky slowly change color.

The music that was thought to help drown out the annoying silence turned out to be a sad song that hit the mind and made one unable to remember the past. Heavy words piled up over and over again every time I thought of them. Realizing this, he was now slumped down on the ground. Crying and sobbing like a small child unable to put his feelings into words. Without realizing that someone was always looking at them.

Both hands wiped away the tears on each cheek. Look at the lights in the buildings turning on to replace the darkness that covers the entire sky. I don't want to know how long I've been crying like this. He sighed for the unknown number of times that day. The music from the phone was still loud from the room. Even if you don't intend to listen anymore. He turned his head the other way.

Before being shocked when he saw the eyes of another person looking straight at him… The person next door he saw this morning.

“Uh… I'm sorry,” the person said first, even though he didn't have time to say anything. "Is there anything wrong I just heard your voice.”

“No, it's fine.” He shook his head in denial. He didn't dare stand up or look directly in the other person's eyes for fear that his own unsightly tear-stained face would be seen.

“I'm sorry. Does the music from my room disturb you at all?”

A high-pitched voice that was no different from the singing he heard. Combined with the question, he was sure that the other person was the person who had been singing that morning.

"Not at all, because it's good... meaning it doesn't disturb me. I like it." His words made the listeners' eyes widen. A shy smile came out. and said thank you while laughing softly Until he accidentally smiled as well.

It seemed like just a laugh made the atmosphere relax. A soft voice sounded from his full lips, making him unable to take his eyes off. The other's slender fingers frequently peeked out from the sleeves of his long, all-white shirt, brushing his light-colored hair back. Before the simple conversation continued without interruption.

He wasn't sure when the tears had dried up.

The two of them had fun chatting with each other about general matters. Ordinary stories from everyday life become things that can easily put a smile on your face. Even though sometimes the conversation is separated by silence. But they just smiled at each other without feeling uncomfortable at all.

A digital table clock shows the time is approaching midnight. along with him yawning Eyelids become increasingly heavy. Speech that begins to fall apart is a sign that your body needs rest. Even though I tried to resist my sleepiness to continue talking. But it seemed like it was time to give up. He turned to look at the other person with regret.

“If you're sleepy, go to sleep. It's already very late.”

He yawned again before looking at the well-wisher standing on the balcony next to the room. The other's slender eyes narrowed because of his smile. ...The more he saw that, the more he regretted that he hadn't greeted him sooner. Otherwise, we'll have more time to talk. And he himself might not have to sit and cry with swollen eyes.

“I happened to temporarily stay in my friend's room because we were making this song together. So I met you... But tomorrow I will return.”

The person in front of him said so when he asked about the song he heard that morning. Knowing that the other party had co-written the song with his friends made me accidentally praise him countless times. Until on the face of the person being admired, a rosy color appeared for a long time. And he found that… quite cute…

So cute that I want to see it every day.

But I don't know if the person in front of me will allow him to look at me like this every day.

I could only think but didn't say anything. Because right now his brain is too slow to put words together well. He didn't even have the sense to ask what time he was returning. or whatever contact number But at least he didn't forget to raise his hand and wave goodbye to the other person before walking back into the room.

Today was another day when he didn't close the glass door. Let the sound of the person next door in be the last thing you hear. Before his eyes closed completely and he reached out to hug the pillow next to his body.

“Good night.”

Bright sunlight shines through the balcony until it starts to feel hot, causing the sleeping person to toss and turn. I woke up with a slight headache. Probably because he shed so many tears yesterday, he rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth to yawn, and closed his eyes again. His hand fluttered around the bed, looking for the phone he had thrown there earlier in the evening, but couldn't find it until he had to open his eyes to look before he was startled when he saw the numbers on the digital clock.

It's already past eleven!

I just remembered that the person he talked to last night said he would be back tomorrow. which is today But he didn't know what time the other party would return. They sat and talked for literally hours. ...forgot to even ask each other's names Thinking like that, he hurried out onto the balcony and looked towards the other person's room. Before quickly turning around, he walked out and knocked on the door of the next room instead.

alternating with calling out sounds as well His heart was pounding rapidly, hoping that this door would open to reveal someone else's face. But another part of me knew that it was almost noon. That person may have gone back.

He waited like that for a while. In the end, there was no reply at all.

He sighed, remembering the soft tone of their conversation for only a few hours. In truth, they were just people who happened to be talking to each other. Plus we haven't really gotten to know each other yet. That person was just...a kind person who came to comfort people who were crying like the whole world was about to end like him.

Even though he thought like that, he still couldn't get out of the thought of wanting to see her again. He wanted to see him, he wanted to hear his voice. Want to make sure they meet again… The feeling right now is no different from holding on to something alone. Without even knowing if the other side thinks the same or not.

It's no different from when it was abandoned in the slightest.

He clenched his hands tightly. Decided to return to the room. But before he could take a step, he felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder. before being shocked when he saw who it was

“Good morning.”

The voice mixed with the soft laughter of people who thought they would never meet rang out in front of them. The distance was much closer than before, so the face could be clearly seen. Seeing his full lips stretch out into an inviting smile. He continued to smile while looking at him. ...was seen in a condition that was not worth looking at again.

He was stunned. All the words in my head disappeared to nowhere. The smog that had floated into my mind a moment ago easily dissipated. Until there were only things left that could not be processed into words in time.

“I came back to get things.”

The person said, motioning for him to move away from the room door he was blocking. The slender figure disappeared into the room and walked out after only a few minutes. As for him, he still stood in the same place, helpless.

“I am Kim Taehyung.”

He pressed his lips together before blurting out his name without even thinking about it until the other person raised an eyebrow at him.

“...Yes, I'm Park Jimin. If Taehyung wants to listen to my songs again, please call me.”

Park Jimin smiled again. before stuffing a small piece of paper into his hand Acting like he wanted to say something more But when he looked down at his watch, his expression became troubled for a moment and he chose to remain silent instead.

The warm touch of Jimin's hand hasn't gone anywhere. The small hand that was still holding his hand slowly let go. In the end, I had to give in to the time that kept moving forward.

“I will wait.”

Jimin only left a few words before leaving in a hurry. Even though it was so short that he didn't even have time to say anything else.

But it made Taehyung feel his heartbeat change again.

END

The story is very quiet. In fact, I really like them just talking to each other. Haha. And it's something that I can't tell if it's VMin or MinVD....