SKZ stories

                                                                                 Minho

              The rain fell softly against the window, a rhythmic melody that filled the small apartment where you lived. You loved the rain. It was your sanctuary, a place where you could escape the chaos of the world. Every time the clouds rolled in, you would slip on your favorite boots, grab your umbrella, and step outside to dance in the downpour. It was a ritual that brought you joy, a moment of freedom where you could spin and twirl, letting the droplets wash away your worries.

              Minho, your boyfriend, often joined you in these spontaneous rain dances. His laughter would mix with the sound of the rain, and together you became a whirlwind of joy, moving in sync with the rhythm of nature. But when he went on tour, the rain became a bittersweet reminder of what you were missing. Minho was your partner in every sense, and without him, the world felt a little darker.

              To ease his mind while he was away, Minho had installed a camera outside your apartment. It was a gesture of love, a way for him to keep an eye on you and ensure your safety. He knew how much you loved the rain, and he wanted to be there for you, even from miles away. But as the days turned into weeks, you found yourself feeling more isolated. The rain, once a source of joy, became a reminder of your loneliness.

                That week had been particularly hard. You faced a series of small but overwhelming challenges: a difficult day at work, a falling out with a close friend, and an unshakeable feeling of emptiness. As the rain began to fall again, you felt an urge to escape. You stepped outside, the cool drops hitting your skin like a gentle embrace. But as you stood there, the weight of your emotions crashed down on you. You fell to your knees, the rain mingling with your tears as you screamed into the storm, releasing all the pain you had been holding inside.

                 Unbeknownst to you, Minho was on the other side of the country, blissfully unaware of the turmoil you were facing. A few days later, he returned to his hotel room after a long day of rehearsals and decided to check the camera footage. As he watched, his heart sank. The sight of you, crumpled on the ground, screaming and crying in the rain, shattered him. He felt helpless, a thousand miles away from the woman he loved, unable to comfort you in your moment of despair.

               The next day, he called you, his voice filled with concern. "Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, trying to hide the urgency in his tone. "I saw something on the camera... it looked really bad."

              "I'm fine, Minho. Really," you replied, your voice steady but lacking the warmth he was used to. You didn't want to burden him with your pain, especially while he was on tour. But Minho knew you too well; he could hear the cracks in your facade.

            "You're not fine," he insisted gently. "You can tell me anything. I'm here for you, even if I'm far away."

            "You hesitated, torn between wanting to share your struggles and not wanting to worry him. "I just had a rough week. It's nothing I can't handle," you finally said, forcing a smile that he couldn't see.

            But Minho wasn't convinced. He spent the next few days checking in on you more frequently, his concern growing with each passing moment. He sent you texts filled with love and encouragement, reminding you of the rain dances you shared, hoping to coax a smile from you. Yet, you continued to put on a brave face, not wanting to disrupt his tour with your troubles.

             As the days stretched on, Minho's heart ached for you. He longed to be by your side, to hold you close and wipe away your tears. He counted down the hours until he could return home, envisioning the moment he would see you again. He imagined the rain falling softly as you danced together, a promise that together you could weather any storm.