The mall always seems to be crowded, everybody went from store to store buying things they don’t need but not Minho, he was here for a different reason, he was looking for someone he looked for long and finally found.

After his transplant Minho tried to find the donor's family, because it was anonymous donation he couldn’t find anything that would link him with anyone, he respected the family's wish to be anonymous but he craved to thank those people who actually saved his life.

For the last passing year Minho was in contact with the 'national transplant center' trying to find whose heart he received, he faced all the necessary bureaucracy but eventually received a negative response to his requests- the donor's family didn’t want to meet him. The disappointment was huge, he felt broken but tried to understand that it wasn’t an easy situation and the family must have been still mourning over their beloved.

However a week ago he received a call from the 'national transplant center'- telling him that the family changed her mind and was willing to meet him, they gave him all the necessary details for him to contact them.

Minho called- eventually, he looked for the courage in him and found it yesterday when he picked up the phone and dialed the numbers with sweaty and shaking hands. He could barely breathe and his heart pounded wildly in his chest, he was nervous and scared till a soft sweet voice filled his ears when a young boy answered him.

"Hello?"

"Hello? L-Lee Taemin?"

"Yes?"

"Hello…my name is Choi Minho, I received your number from the 'national transplant center' it's about the…heart transplant, I was the one who received your…family member's heart and-"

"Oh" the young boy breathed and cut his words, he sounded sad, or was it disappointment…?

"I'm sorry" Minho found himself saying "I'm nervous, I waited for this kind of call for a year now and I'm must being thoughtless. Can we meet please? I'd really like to know the family of my donor, it would mean a lot to me"

"Yes" the boy answered quietly.

"Can we meet tomorrow?" 

Nerves racking silence held the line for a moment before the boy a deep breath "I'm working till 16:00"

"We could meet after that…if you don’t mind of course"

"I work in 'Lotte mall', at the deli cream, we could meet there after my shift"

"I'd like to meet in a quieter place"

"There is a café on the upper floor if you'll like"

"Great, I'll meet you there after your shift" Minho said and gave him his phone number before they hung up the call.

He couldn’t sleep all night long, worried and anxious about the meeting with Lee Taemin, eventually he fell asleep at morning and woke up at noon right on time to get ready for their meeting.

Sure, they said they'll meet at the café but he already arrived the mall and still got time, to be honest he was a little curious so he looked for the deli cream.

The place had few mothers with noisy children around, at the cashier there was a young girl who received money from a costumer, however she was alone at the place and it made Minho frown, could it be that Taemin decided not to show up?

But Taemin showed, at least he believed it was him, young man who came from the backdoor carrying boxes of ice cream, he looked familiar but he couldn’t find out from where.

Minho didn’t came into the deli cream, he watched from afar at the boy, glancing at his wristwatch once in a while he waited patiently till their meeting.

He tried to guess which member of his family donated his heart to him, was it his father? Or maybe was it his older brother? What was his name? Where they best friends like he and his own brother? Was he the only one who wanted to meet him or the rest of his family wanted as well? He had many questions he wanted to ask, lost in his own thought that he almost missed Taemin coming out of the deli cream.

Minho followed him through the crowd of people to the upper floor, he saw the boy trying to fix his wrinkled clothes and look decent for a meeting, he brushed his fingers into his hair and combed it as much as he could, he looked nervous just as he was.

"Lee Taemin?"

The young boy turned to look at him and nodded "are you Minho?"

"Yes, nice to meet you" Minho said as he offered his hand for a shake.

The boy looked hesitating but shook it.

"Let's go inside"    

They walked into the café and took a table at one of the quieter corners, after ordering some coffee they had been left alone to talk but an awkward silence lingered between them for a long moment.

"…Thank you for meeting with me" Minho said, his eyes focused on the boy, he was gorgeous, probably in another situation, place or time he would have been in his bed long ago. 

Taemin nodded, his gaze at his hands on his lap.

"It's means a lot to me, I wanted to meet my donor's family for so long"

The boy remained silent.

"I wanted to thank them for saving my life, without their beloved's heart I wouldn't survive much longer. I was born with a defect in my heart and for few years I was nominated for transplant but couldn’t find the right donor for so long"

Taemin shut his eyes as he in a shaky breath, Minho could see he was trying to hold himself from crying but wasn’t strong enough, his tears rolled down his cheeks and he hurried to wipe it away.

"I'm sorry" Minho said and handed him the napkin that was underneath his cup of coffee, the boy took it and wiped his eyes quickly before he opened it and looked at him.

"Sorry for crying, it's still hurts I guess" Taemin said weakly and looked around to make sure he wasn’t making any scene.

Minho nodded understandingly "the 'national transplant center' never told me who was my donor, was it your big brother?"

Taemin shook his head "my twin sister, Taeyeon"

Minho felt his heart sinking in his chest, every death story was sad but he believed that twins have that special bond between them and that boy in front of him just lost a part of himself.

"I'm sorry" Taemin said quietly and pushed his chair from the table making the coffee spill on it "I truly thought that I can do that but I can't, it reminds me what I'm trying to forget about Taeyeon. I'm glad that you got her heart, you seem like a nice person" with those words he left the café, leaving Minho by himself.

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Minho tossed in bed thinking about Taemin and his sister, he wondered how she died, she wasn’t old enough– otherwise her heart wouldn’t fit but she probably was too young because Taemin didn’t look older than him. He wanted to know if she was pretty as her brother, did she have those innocent eyes and beautiful features as he, did they looked the same?

He really wanted to talk with Taemin but the meeting with him went a little different from what he planned, he truly believed it would be just like in those stories he read online about people who meet their donor's families.

his chest Minho felt uncomfortable in his own body for the first time in his life, it was weird feeling that he couldn’t explain, someone's life were situated in him.

He got out from the bed and went out to the living room in his apartment, the night was ruined and he had to work tomorrow but he the television anyway, just to distract his mind a little bit from Taeyeon. 

"I'm sorry, Taeyeonnie …" Taemin mumbled as his fingers brushed on a picture he was holding, he was lying on the couch his body aching from sadness, he never knew that loosing someone was so painful even after time passed by "…I've been bad brother, I'll visit you soon" he promised into the darkness of the empty house and flattened the picture on his heart.

Tears sprang in his eyes and he started to sob loudly just like he did at the day his grandpa told him about her death but unlike that day nobody was there to comfort him in his hug.