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Prologue
Kibum looked at Minho with eyes open in disbelief and the latter had to avert his gaze, unable to stand the expression on his friend’s face.
“You are serious.”
“Yeah... Surgery is in two weeks.” The taller admitted, knowing that Kibum would get angry at him for keeping it a secret for so long, but he hadn’t seen another way. After several years of excruciating pain and desperate tries to save what was left of his shattered foot, he had finally had the guts to make the long necessary decision. Even if he knew that at this point it was the only reasonable option, he wasn’t stable enough to be confronted with the worries of friends and family. The fear of being swayed by their uncertainties – the fear of not going through with it if someone voiced their concern was too big.
Silence filled the room as Kibum was trying to process what Minho’s words meant for his friend’s future, running his long fingers through bleached hair as if it helped him sort out his thoughts.
“When did you decide to go through with it?” he finally asked, placing a hand on Minho’s knee.
“Last summer.”
“That long huh? Are you alright?”
Though surprised at the lack of judgment from Kibum’s side, Minho picked up on the genuine worry in his best friend’s voice.
“I don’t know.” He admitted honestly. “I want the pain to stop. And I know life will be better afterwards, no more painkillers, no more painful awakenings in the middle of the night. I just worry that I won’t still feel like myself.” Minho’s voice was small – something Kibum wasn’t used to from the usually lively man he had known since middle school.
Another minute passed before the blonde spoke up, choosing his words carefully:
“I have no idea how you must feel and I am not even gonna try to understand. But I want you to know that I’ll be there to support you through it. Don’t hide things like this from me please. I’ll still be your best mate – four or three limbs, you’re still gonna be you.”
“Don’t say shit like that, you are going to make me emotional.” Minho said, nudging his friend’s side before getting up from the couch.
“No emotions. Got it.” Kibum replied, a smirk appearing on his face. “You know, I never thought you would ever surpass me in terms of body modification, but I guess I won’t be able to keep up with you from now on. Cutting off a limb is quite punk. Gotta admit.”
Minho’s chest immediately filled with deep and honest laughter, his body vibrating with each one.
“You gonna come and help me take some commemorative photos or not?”
“How about I give you a commemorative tattoo instead?” Kibum said with a smirk - and of course, Minho was down.
Yeah. sorry for another WIP besides all the other things I am working on.
I am hoping for a smooth journey with this one though as writing it comes really easy (FINALLY one I don't have to fight for)
As always, I would love to hear from you in the comments even for this a little different story <3
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