Stay By My Side || SeongJoong

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This wasn't exactly the future that Hongjoong had dreamt of. Heck, no one would ever want something like this to happen. He wonders if he had been any quicker, would he be able to save Seonghwa just in time? Would he be able to grasp and pull him away before the car came crashing in? Would he still be... would he still be alive? Breathing in next to him? Being able to be close to him...

Having to lose a soulmate is similar to having been thrown into a paralyzed but conscious body. It felt as if he was stuck in time, neverending running from a path to reach where his soulmate is waiting. It was as if you were dying, but you were clearly alive and standing.

It was like losing a part of you that you never knew that you needed. When you find your soulmate, they are the person that you will live forever with, the one you share your life with, your other half. They are someone that you will love in either a platonic or romantic way.

To Hongjoong, having a soulmate was like a wish come true. He has always dreamt of meeting his soulmate ever since he had known about it. A fairytale that he wished to conquer and brag to everyone about. He may not be the most affectionate person, but for his soulmate, he will do everything to feel that they're loved.

Losing one, wasn't planned nor was it what he wished for. When the searing pain ran through his body, the hope inside of him crushed into pieces. His fingertips barely grazing at the purple sweatshirt that Seonghwa loves to wear, his yells growing to be useless, and his sight focused solely on the body topping over the car.

Seonghwa. Seonghwa. My soulmate. Seonghwa!

He was pulled backward by a hand, but he didn't pay much attention as he stared in horror at the lying body on the road. "Hongjoo-" He ran, stumbling forward at Seonghwa's unmoving body.

"Seo- Seonghwa...?" He fell down on his knees, his shaky hands hesitantly cupping the cold skin of his cheeks. "Seonghwa?" He whispered, hoping that the other had gone away unscathed from the hit. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes to listen to the heartbeat.

Colors drained from his face, his ears picking up on the slowly fading heartbeat. His eyes opened in a panic, frantically grabbing Seonghwa's shoulders and shaking him wildly. "Seonghwa! Seonghwa! Don't leave me! Please... Don't- Don't leave me..." He cried out, "You need to- You need to live! I can't-"

Seonghwa's lips twitched, Hongjoong being able to notice the small detail immediately. He grows quiet, stilling suddenly. He stared at him, hoping that movement meant that he was still conscious, that he is alive, that he'll open his eyes and hug him. "I love you," His hands tightened their hold on his shoulders.

"I love you. Please..." He kept muttering endlessly, tears blurring his vision. Through the blurry vision, he could see Seonghwa slowly making movements with his lips. It was as if he wanted to say something but no sound came out, yet Hongjoong could already tell what he meant to say.

That's when he felt it. A pair of arms sliding around his waist, a warmth so familiar ghosting over his shoulder, and then, a light feather touch caresses over his cheek. He's sure. He's sure this was Seonghwa hugging him... goodbye.

'Hongjoong... sorry... tomorrow...' The wind picks up around him. He could feel eyes around him, but all that he could focus on were the words that were whispered to him. It was Seonghwa's voice, it was Seonghwa's touch, it was Seonghwa.

Seonghwa...

His eyes widened, tears cascading down until a horrible sob clawed out of him. He buried his head on Seonghwa's chest, holding on to his body tightly. "I love you, Seonghwa."

Why...

"Please, please wake up. I love you! Do you hear me? I love you, please..."

Why do I have to lose you?