Minho

He was gone.

The apartment was so lonely now. It was sad. He was sad, right? Except he didn't feel it. It was just... hollow. That's how it had been for the first few days. Nothing had mattered, he had gone through his routine as always never really thinking just going through the motions of his daily life. Then on the fourth day he had come home, opened the refridgerator to make himself dinner and found Taemin's last bottle of banana milk. He picked it up with a shaking hand and his throat closing up his eyes filling with tears.

As the pain coarsed through his body. A strangled sob made it's way from his throat and he broke. Hugging the little can, he silently pleaded for Taemin to come back....

*Author's Note: Whoops! I forgot to unclick the complete box! This story is far from over. ^^