Scribble - MBLAQ

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIPULC5C9iQ) 

 

----------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     After you finished crying, the two of you went back home. You were exhausted, but after washing up and lying down in bed, you still couldn’t sleep. You needed someone to talk to.   You thought of calling Boram, but you looked at the time. It was already midnight, and she would be sleeping by now. You didn’t want to wake her up.   You glimpsed at the rose hairband Minwoo got you and softened. Then, you decided to go to Minwoo’s room.   Hesitantly, you creaked up to his doorstep and bit your lip. *Should I do this? Maybe he’s still sleeping…* You let out a big sigh and made your arm go limp. *But I need to tell him the truth. I want to.* You thought determinedly and raised your arm again to knock on his door.   “Eh? ________?”   You looked in the direction of the voice and froze. Minwoo was blinking at you with a cup of water in his hand. You remembered that you had cried like a child in front of him, and you quickly turned embarrassed.
“What’s wrong? You can’t sleep?” Minwoo questioned you as you nodded, signalling a ‘yes’ to his question. Minwoo smiled and opened the door, telling you to go in.   “Well, what are you waiting for? You’re allowed to come inside any time you want, you know.” He chuckled and walked in as you did too.   Minwoo’s room was neat and boyish. It wasn’t messy with strewn out clothes everywhere. It was actually pretty clean. Minwoo patted the bed as you slowly tiptoed over and sat on it. Minwoo took a seat too.   “You know,” You began after a long pause, “At first, I didn’t know if I could trust you. You claimed to know Hoya oppa, but honestly, I didn’t know if you were speaking the truth.”   Minwoo looked down, “I’m sorry, I know I should explain everything, but now’s just not the time—“ You held up a finger, telling him that you weren’t done talking yet. Minwoo quickly shut his mouth.   “…But now, I feel it’s different. You’re so kind to me, and if you really were a bad guy, you would’ve already done something to hurt me. I believe you’re a good person, Minwoo.” You smiled gently as he turned slightly pink.   “I really hope you’re being truthful with me, though.” You said wistfully. “To tell you honestly, dancing was never my dream. It was Hoya’s. If you knew him personally, then you would’ve known that.” Minwoo just smiled knowingly.   “To Hoya oppa, dancing was like breathing. It was his life. When someone any song, he could’ve made a routine up in the blink of an eye. He was really talented at it too. He was naturally gifted with dance, and he was better at it than I could ever be.” You remembered how he’d secretly dance in his room by himself, thinking that no one was watching. You stifled a chuckle.   “I, on the other hand, loved to play the piano. Dancing was never my thing. Hoya oppa would teach me a couple moves when I was little, but I didn’t really car