What normal people thought of as a solid gray ground with white lines that led their vehicles to their destination was a cold scarlet death trap for Minseok. The aching pulse that pounded through his petite body whenever he stepped near the fresh gravel was unbearable for him to deal with. The memories come flooding back when he gets too close, the heart shattering memories. It hadn’t always been like that, his fear of crossing the street, it was a tragic rainy day that still haunts him, the day he’d lost his best friend.

 Minseok and Luhan were childhood best friends. The type of best friends that would tell each other everything, the type of friends that would stick up for one another if the other was being teased, the type of friends who knew they’d be best friends until the day they die.

Who knew the death part would come so soon? At Least for one of them.

-Just a small oneshot I made for creative writing class. I just thought i should share it.-