Turn back time | Yeonbin (PAUSED)

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Yeonjun gasped in shock as his whole body turned stiff. He could not believe what he was looking at, was this some kind of sick prank that his friends were pulling on him? No there was no way, Soobin had just joined their class so there was no way they would have even known about him, plus he was with everyone all day long, no one would have found the time to leave such a thing here.

He gripped tightly onto the sheet of paper that was in his hold. His eyes schemed over the words written nearly a hundred times now yet he still couldn't process any of it. Yet for some reason he felt an intense weight in his heart, as if he were about to have a heart attack. It didn't take long after for the heat to rise to his eyes as he read over the suicided letter that was addressed to him from Soobin. He didn't even know anything about the boy so why was this working him up so much?

"I wish I told you I loved you sooner."

The boy with black hair read over that line, his breath being stolen from him as a signal tear ran down, burning and staining his cheek red. Every bone in his body ached with confusion and fear.

What was this strange box that had such a letter written inside, why did it appear to him now all the sudden? What did it mean and the words behind it, what did they hold? Why was it addressed to a certain date in the future, and most of all why was Soobin saying he loved him and he's sorry for breaking their promise? Yeonjun now folded the letter and tucked it away back in the box, sliding it under his bed for now. He then rose to his feet and used his sweater paw to wipe the tears from his eyes. His cheeks were puffy and red as well was his nose that he had occasionally sniffed.

Again he didn't understand anything going on, all he knew was the pain he felt was like no other he has experienced. He didn't have much more time to worry about it though, he had to get dinner started so he would have a lunch to take to school tomorrow.

He sighed as he walked too his door, however on his way he stopped and looked into his body mirror that hung on his closet door. For a second there he felt as if he weren't real, he didn't even recognize his face, as strange as that sounds. He looked to his lips that were dried and cracked as his eyes looked puffy and heavy. His hair shined darkly and his sweater was big and over sized. Just who was that staring back at him?

He let out a deep exhale and then faced towards his white bedroom door. He could feel and see nothing but the dust floating around him. He's never felt empty like this before, it left him even more puzzled. He then slowly twisted the door knob and let it creek open. From then on he walked into the kitchen, now forcing up a smile as a means to not worry his mother. He reached for his softly colored pink apron and tied it both around his neck and waste.

"You come to help?" He heard his mothers light whistle as she whisked the ingredients in her over sized red cooking bowel. He smiled with a single nod before taking it form her so she could start on the other dishes. Though it was just the two of them that ate dinner, she would always make a bunch extra as she knew his friends would want to come and try some. If not that then Yeonjun would bring it to school for them. That's how the routine went.

Maybe he could bring a lunch to Soobin too? He pondered on that thought for a moment but was quick to shut it down. No, that's crazy, he'd probably think it's weird. He convinced himself and now started whisking harder. Though somewhere along the way he ended up zoning out, thinking about the letter he read, he ended up mixing it too roughly and over did it.

"Yeonjun." His mom called to catch his attention. From that his body froze as his shoulders dropped. "Uhh~" He huffed out as his stair was blank, looking to the spillage of food that now. sat on the counter and the side of the bowel.