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Minho's

Minho steps down the hallway, his mind preoccupied with the chaos of the day. He's just trying to get to his next class, trying to block out the thoughts swirling around him. But as he passes by the open classroom door, his eyes inadvertently catch something he didn't expect to see.

Dove. And Dae.

The sight hits him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, the world around him fades. There's no mistaking it-the way they're standing there, holding each other so tightly, their embrace so intimate, it sends a sharp jolt through his chest.

Minho freezes. He watches them, his heart stuttering, and for the first time since the breakup, he feels something he hasn't allowed himself to feel.

Something that burns. Something heavy. Something he doesn't want to name.

He's not sure what to call it. Jealousy? Anger? Resentment? Whatever it is, it's like a fire flickering inside him, making his blood boil. He quickly looks away, blinking furiously, trying to push the feeling down. He shouldn't feel this way-he can't feel this way. Dove is his ex.

But the tightness in his chest doesn't go away.

He storms down the hall, his footsteps quick and heavy, and before he knows it, he's heading up the stairs to the rooftop, the cool air hitting him as he bursts through the door.

Minho steps to the edge, breathing heavily, his hands gripping the railing as if it could keep him grounded. He shakes his head, trying to clear the thoughts clouding his mind. Why does this bother me?

She's has Dae now. They might be together. It's fine. It's... fine.

He slaps himself lightly on the cheek, trying to snap out of it. "Get it together, Minho," he mutters under his breath, his voice low, almost desperate. "She's has Dae. You should be happy for her. You promised yourself that you'd always support Dove."

The words feel like a weight pressing down on him, suffocating him, but he can't ignore the fact that the jealousy still churns in his stomach. He's supposed to be better. He should be happy that Dove might've found someone who cares about her, someone like Dae.

But the feeling doesn't go away. It only grows stronger.

Minho punches the railing in frustration, letting the sharp pain in his knuckles distract him from the mess of emotions swirling inside him. He's angry. Not at Dove. Not even at Dae. But at himself. For feeling jealous. For feeling what he shouldn't be.

She deserves to be happy.

But that doesn't stop the ache in his chest from gnawing at him.

Minho takes a deep breath, his fingers pressing to his temples, trying to shove the heavy, unwanted feelings away. He mutters to himself, pacing back and forth on the rooftop, as though trying to convince his own mind that everything's fine.

"Come on, Minho. You're better than this," he says, slapping his face lightly, as though physically trying to shake himself out of the emotional mess he's in. His voice is a little too loud, a little too exaggerated, like he's talking himself through some kind of pep talk. "Dove is your ex. Ex. That means her love life has nothing to do with you."

He takes a few steps, then slaps his face again, this time harder, as though it will force the thoughts to stop. "You're happy that she has someone, okay? Someone she can lean on... someone who's gonna be there for her. You should be happy! This is what you wanted for her, right?"

He groans, running a hand through his hair in frustration, his head hanging as if trying to gather his thoughts. "What am I doing?"

It's almost comical, the way Minho's voice rises with each slap to his face, a mix of self-disgust and exasperation. He keeps muttering to himself, trying to silence the nagging voice that says it's not really fine, that it's not so easy.

"You let her go, Minho. You did this. So get over it." Another slap to the face. "Get over it and be happy for her."

He pauses, staring at the sky, hoping the cool breeze will calm the storm in his head. The words don't come as easily as he wants them to. There's a gnawing feeling deep down that he can't escape, no matter how many times he slaps his face or repeats his own lecture.

He groans and slouches against the rooftop railing, shaking his head. "Ugh, I'm a mess."

Minho stands there, resting his forehead against the cool metal of the railing, letting out a frustrated sigh. His hands are gripping it tightly, knuckles white, as if trying to hold onto anything that will anchor him. He feels stupid, but he can't shake it. The jealousy. The frustration. The feeling of wanting to turn back time and make things right.

"Why is this so complicated?" he mutters to himself, staring down at the ground below. His mind keeps replaying the image of Dove and Dae hugging-Dae holding her the way Minho once did. The image just won't go away, and it digs into him like a splinter that refuses to come out.

"I should be happy," he repeats, his voice quieter now. "This is what I wanted for her, right? To be happy... to love her in ways I couldn't love her and more..." He trails off, the words feeling hollow as they leave his lips.

He takes a deep breath, turning his face toward the sky, eyes closed, trying to calm himself down. "I'm... I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm happy for her. Really. I am." His tone has an edge of disbelief, even to himself. He sounds like he's trying to convince not just himself but the whole world.

Another sigh, heavier this time. The wind picks up, ruffling his hair, and for a moment, Minho just stands there, letting the silence take over. There's no denying it anymore, though. Something in him is still unsettled.

"Damn it, why does it feel like I'm not becoming a better person?" he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind drifts back to the direction of the classroom where he saw them together.

Minho's jaw clenches, the frustration building again. He knows what he has to do. He knows he needs to let go and stop holding onto feelings that have no place anymore. But seeing Dove with Dae, seeing the way they connect, it pulls at something deep inside him that he can't control.

"I shouldn't care," he says to the empty rooftop, a bitter edge to his words.

"I was a horrible person... I hurt her, but she still forgave me. These feelings... they aren't good. She doesn't deserve this behaviour." I tell myself as I look at the clear sky.

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The self disgust and disappointment hurt 😭 I can really see the way his character has grown. The way he thinks about Dove.

😭😭

Minho is so precious