I think I might have done something to upset Minho although it's really rather impossible for an individual to do so. Upsetting Minho... requires a mass of effort. And I am just... me. I shouldn't have been able to upset him by myself. It's not the way things work.

Minho destroys people, devours civilizations, towns and kingdoms. He beats the highest mountain down and slays the bravest knights. Yet somehow, I managed to upset him. I managed to be that someone who he inevitably must pay attention to.

Someone so little.

It's not the kind of attention you would want to get.

Do you know what I did to upset him?

It's not as if I did something wrong.

You know, I just... died. Kind of. But still dead. And it would probably irk you too since it's not like I wanted that. It's not like I wanted to be gone. It just happened. The cycle of life. No more, no less. This upsets him. Because deaths upset Minho. Even mine.

So just imagine why he's always mad all the time. Why there are rain and storms and waves happening all over the world continuously at same time.  If those are the mirrors of his pain, then... you just...

Just... lose all the will to get mad at him, don't you?

Every wave occurring in the oceans is a whip to his skin.

Every raindrop, a needle on his eyes.

Every snow flake, a nail taken from his fingers.

Every storm, he's being burned.

Every day, many other things, people, die whereas Minho dies every day.

That's probably why he's upset with me. Because I could just be... dead.

He couldn't.

Contrary to the popular belief, Minho hates making life. Hates having to do it over and over again. Seeing deaths and birth. He's jealous of a permanent death. Why can't you just live forever?, I think that's what he asked me as I deteriorated.   

A single death could upset him, genocide isn't necessary. The whole world doesn't need to explode. Because a single star could set Minho off.

I know so, since I am a star myself.

I know Minho and he knows me.

I am a part of his body.

His body dies every day, we do, but his soul cannot.

He just endures. And endures. And endures.

In space. In time. In everything.

You can't save him, and most definitely can't kill him.

Someday, his remorse will probably cause all things, all of those who live, to die.

And Minho will take all the wounds.

For he despises death.

But lives with the pain anyway.

It's the inevitability of time.

Well, he was The Time himself. Minho could destroy a race; devour civilizations, dungeons, towns and kingdoms. He can beat the highest mountain down and slay every bravest knight.

I don't know how many light years had passed since I died, since my light dropped and my solid body exploded. And I most certainly don't know how long Minho has waited for me to come back. But I know he did.

He was The Time who waited.

If the trees could sway, then those are his feet that certainly dance.  If the sun can brighten the night, then that is his smile that has the distilled ability to make anything happy. If the sky is vast, then that is his heart—only a bigger container. I may be one of the prettiest things in space, but Minho's smile is a thousand light years more beautiful. Years may pass and the state of planets may reflect his appearance, but it could never show what made him the greatest happening, thing, and existence in the entire galaxy. People may write poems, songs about him, but those could never touch his smile (sunshine) and guide him to a dance (snow).  His heart may beat faster (storms), his pupils may dilate (earthquakes), but that could never be enough to describe how he held the world and everything else together on his fingertips.

This is Minho. And he is The Time. He is the Universe and the Galaxy. And everything that lives on it.

I am just a star.

But I am a part of his body.

I live within him and he lives within me.

Once I start shining again, I know he'll be there to watch me.

My cloud herder.

So it's been a long story from why he was upset about my death to how he'll watch me rise when I'm given my new life on the 25th of December. He said I'll be a huge star next time. And my job will be to guide the three kings in finding their way to a place called Bethlehem.

He said “Taemin, you'd be the most perfect gift.”

cookies for the person who'd be able to guess where the idea of Minho being The Time was from :D It's from a very popular story, I think.