I was running through the streets of the human world. Running like my life was on the line. Running because Minho really was here, and I found him, and he was so close to me, his energy so strong that I could practically hear it, feel it flaring openly as if they're his open arms that I'm supposed to run into. And I planned to do just that; to run into his arms and hold on to him and be with him forever, to get out of the human world and everything would go back to normal. 

Normal. What was normal to Minho and I? Him having to be so cold and sad and painful all the time, for no apparent reason at all? The two of us meeting just once a year, for just a short moment? 

But maybe the reason was all us in the end. If Minho wasn't so cold and sad and painful all the time, then what's the use of me as his friend? Maybe I was created to be there for him, to be the one to share my warmth to him. And maybe we're only supposed to meet once a year, for just a short moment, so we could treasure each other more, so we could realize how it's so important to have each other, so we could rely on each other. For a moment, it felt like everything was falling into the right place, a mystery finally solved. 

But then again, maybe not. He was never meant to be here in the first place. Both Onew and the voice had said that, and he himself said that, so what could it possibly mean? That he belonged here, in the human world? Or in that other dimension, that other world that I'd visited for, luckily for me, just a short moment. That soundless, painful, disconnected place. A dark void of nothingness. But that didn't make sense either, because if he were there, then who could own this awfully familiar aura, energy that I'd found in this world? 

Either way, I had no time to think about it. And in the end, I would just have to find out for myself. And that's what I'm doing. Running toward his energy that I'd found, connected to this Earth, running through the streets filled with humans, squeezing through the crowds and running even faster away from the angry ones. They were pretty teriffying, but I didn't care anymore. Not with Minho so close. 

He was just across that street, where humans had to wait by each side as the vehicles passed through, the man on the traffic light still red. I waited with the small crowd, my foot tapping impatiently against the ground, anxious and excited to finally get there, the fact that I could feel Minho was so close to me but I wasn't next to him irritating me. I was sweating, my heart drumming in my chest in a non-rythmatical way, yet I was smiling, laughing even. Because I'd finally found him, and I just couldn't get enough of the fact that my painful suffering would be over, now that Minho would be here. 

The red man had disappeared, and the green one replaced it. The humans began to cross the street as the vehicles stopped and waited at each side. I wasn't walking; I was running past the humans, impatient, pushing and squeezing through them and being first to reach just the center of the street, just as I hear loud, irritating noises that I had vaguely recognized as a car's honking. But I wasn't very familiar with the sound, and I hadn't realized that there was a silver vehicle speeding right toward me. And the only thing I could do was freeze. 

How devastating, was the thought that crossed my mind, the thought of finally being reunited with the love of my life, and dying just as I'm about to find him. 

I knew about death. It wasn't non-existent in my world. Minho had told me about it, how teriffying and sad it was, yet it needed to be accepted because that was how life went on. It had scared me then, when he had told me that story. We were sitting on the hood of a car, something we did a lot because it was comfortable. And now, I thought it was going to happen to me, so quickly. 

Just as I had squeezed my eyes shut and prepared myself for the pain, it didn't come. Actually, it did, but it wasn't the car. The car had passed, and it took me a moment to realize that I had moved aside and made way for it. Or, to be more presice, someone had moved me aside, judging by the hand that was holding tightly onto my arm, the hand that gave me unconditional pain, the coldness and loneliness in its touch blurring my vision and making me dizzy, my legs failing as I collapse onto my knees. 

Yet there was a slight familiarity in it, in that touch, a feeling that made my heart flutter. It felt like something I had longed for had finally come. It felt like Minho's touch. 

The humans had calmed down from the incident and had continued on as if nothing had happened, crossing the street that had me kneeling on it at the center. I looked up to see the most beautiful, breathtaking face I'd ever seen, looking into the eyes of the person that had saved my life, and just as I'm realizing that it's really him, that it's really Minho, I lose it. I lose everything I'd known of. I stare at the stranger for a moment, wondering why I felt so incomplete, like there was something that needed to be set free. Thinking of the voice above the clouds, bringing Spring to the human world, where I'm currently at, the ever-gorgeous Jonghyun, the Kibum that I'd never met, the hatred I felt toward Onew-- and that was it. 

It felt ridiculous because it felt like I was so close to finding something so precious to me, and I just lose it. It felt horrible because it felt like there was something very important that I'd forgotten of. 

"Are you alright?" His voice was deep and smooth and ridiculously familiar, it was painful how I couldn't recognize him, an irritating itch in my brain. 

I give a stiff nod though, and he helps me up, before running to the other side of the street just as I realize that's where I was heading to. For some reason that I didn't know of anymore. He pulls me toward the biggest space that had no human being occupying it, besides himself and I. He brushes off the invisible dirt off my clothes, his eyes giving me one long look from head to toe, as if he was studying me, before he just nods. "Sure you're alright?" 

I nod again, then he gives me an unsure look, but nods anyway. He gives me another studying look, before he smiles and gives a small bow, taking a step back, retreating away from me until I quickly say, "Wait!" He freezes and stands still, expression boring no emotion whatsoever, his features somewhat blank, his hair pure black. He looked like someone I knew, and it was frustrating how I couldn't put a finger on it. "What's your name?" I ask, my voice a little more relaxed now. 

He hesitates, before he blankly says, "Minho." The name had a ring in it, and it had my mind scrambling for something I wasn't even aware of. There was something about him that I just couldn't... "What's your name?" 

"I'm Taemin," I say almost immediately, feeling a little breathless and dizzy. 

He nodded again, turning back to me completely and for a moment it's as if it's just the two of us, just like back when I wasn't in the human world, where I used to be alone. I gaze at him, unable to look away because of that certain aura around him, a little intimidating, but so intriguing and almost addicting, not like any other aura I've seen on both human world and back in my world. So different and unique and special. 

"So, uh, I guess I'll see you again?" he mumbled a little awkwardly. I nod again, not trusting my voice. "Are you from around here?" 

I blink, realizing that I'm not from around here, and Krystal's home is far away. I shake my head, and then he asks where I'm from, and then frankly, I say, "I don't know." 

He gives a chuckle, a pleasant, soft sound that echoes in my head. His smile so gorgeous and stunning that my brain is blank for a moment. "You know, for some reason, you seem really familiar." 

"You're very familiar, too," I reply, my voice small and soft, almost like a whisper. 

He gives a crooked smile, something that makes my brain go all haywire again because it's so familiar. He bites his lip and looks anxiously toward a different direction, then toward me, before he quickly says, "Hey, I'm really sorry, but I really gotta run. There's something really important I need to do. We'll meet again, right?" He waited for an answer, but I didn't give him one, and it seemed that I had a very desperate expression on my face because he added, "Or if you want to come with me, come on." 

That seemed like a good idea, and for the first time since... well, I couldn't remember, but for the first time in what seemed to be a very long time, I finally smiled. And it felt so genuine and right and I couldn't stop, so he had to join me. He led me through the streets, leading me into a building. It seemed like a store, and he seemed to be the one who ran it. In the few days I'd spent over at Krystal's, I learned many things about humans and their money, and Krystal was the only human who knew about me, and the voice and the place above the clouds. At first, she didn't seem to believe me, but then because she was such a wonderful person, she finally understood and decided to help me.

Minho unlocked the entrance door and opened it wide for me, and I gaze around the big room filled with large and small paintings, hung on the walls, some leaning against them, stacked on the floors. It was crowded, yet it seemed to be organized. It wasn't clean, but it wasn't dirty either. There was a sea green sofa against a wall, just somewhere around the door, a few stacks of canvases around it. On the other side, there was a counter and that machine that held the money, a chair behind the counter, some drawers, and right next to it was the huge display window. 

The room had all kinds of paintings, big and small, some colorful, some black and white, some of buildings and surroundings, others of beautiful views, plants and flowers maybe, and some had different face. And each one had their own characteristic, had their own aura, and all the aura in the room was almost sickening, yet it was so amazing how it was all captured into the canvases, with just a brush and some paint. 

Minho watched me with a small smile upon his lips, watched me as I gazed aimlessly at all the beautiful sights in just one room. The ceilings were high, thus more space to hang more paintings, and more inclining of my head and more pain on my neck. I hear Minho chuckle from behind me, and I turn to him, once again getting stunned by his appearance. He was sitting on the chair behind the counter, the window letting through enough sunlight to make him seem to glow. 

We just stare at each other for a long moment, before he clears his throat and says, "Where is it you said you're from?" 

I think for a moment, wondering what I'm supposed to say. In the end, I just go with, "Nowhere, really. I mean, I'm just temporarily here--" and I don't know why I'm here in the first place, "--and I don't really--" 

"You can stay here, if you want," he said quickly, interrupting me. He looked embarrassed for a moment, having said that a little excitedly. He cleared his throat again. "I mean, we have a vacant room upstairs, and... well, it's sort of lonely here, you know?" 

"You live alone?" I ask him, surprised by how calm and loud my voice sounded. 

"Yeah, upstairs. And I run this shop, too," he said, flashing that crooked smile that I've grown a liking to.

"And do you paint these?" I ask again, amazed when he nods shyly, and then taking another good look at all the paintings around me, all perfectly done by this person. All of these auras, these feelings, all flawlessly mimicked from the real thing, into those canvases, with his hands. 

I'm too amazed to say anything more, so he decides to drop the subject about him as he says, "So are you interested?" 

"In what?" My voice cracked, because I was that amazed. 

"You wanna stay upstairs?" he got more specific. 

I nod, then said, "But I've no money." 

He chuckles. "You don't need to pay. I just need someone here with me, you know? To keep my company." He smiles warmly, causing my insides to be all warm and tingly. 

"I have no stuff. I have nothing," I say slowly, carefully, wondering what his reaction to that may be. "Because I don't come from here. I come from somewhere else, not here, in this human world." He stiffens for a moment, before he laughs a little, definitley not believing it. But I just shrug. He didn't need to know anyway. 

"It's alright. It's furnished, just needs a little cleaning and you're good to go. You do have clothes right?" When I shake my head, he gapes. I smile sheepishly, but then he just chuckles and nods. "I'll lend you some of mine." 

"Would it be alright if I help around here?" I ask him. He shakes his head. 

"You don't have to." 

"But it's the least I can do," I insist, smiling brightly at him. It's been quite awhile since I've done that. 

"Alright, then." 

And so he helped me settle in. He led me down the narrow hall, where there was a door that he called the storage room, then up the stairs that couldn't be seen from the entrance area. Upstairs had two doors, and one was my room. So that night, he had given me some of his clothes to use, and I retired for the day in my new home, with some boy just next door that was awfully familiar that it hurt.

[A/N: Please forgive any grammar/spelling mistakes. I'm in a hurry to update, and I will edit that later on.]