[M] MOURN FOR VENDETTA | YEONBIN

MFV : EPILOUGE

3 YEARS LATER

Soobin's deep brown eyes opened, and he felt the silk sheets caressing his pale skin, the light from the morning sun pouring into the room, making Soobin close his eyes, resting his cheek against the pillow for a few seconds.

He could hear the soft sounds of the ocean water lapping against the beach from the near distance, a soft hum in the wind.

3 years.

His mind reminded him, and Soobin's eyes shot back open.

It's been 3 years.

Soobin sat up, not liking the thoughts cluttering his brain, images in his mind which won't go away. Soobin licked his soft lips and got up from the bed, feeling the carpeted floor under his feet. He grabbed the light golden satin robe lying on the hook beside the door and draped it around him, covering his body which was only in lace underwear. He walked out the room, yawning to himself lightly. He reached the stairs leading down stairs and then heard a voice.

A voice which sent a small smile to his face.

A voice he'd grown used to.

One he'd missed for a while but now had returned.

Quite the surprise to Soobin, "You're back." Soobin let out softly, a small smile gracing his face.

The man turned to look at Soobin, and smiled, "I am, baby. Flight landed last night. Didn't want to wake you up." He said, and Soobin smiled, seeing the fading lines of silver hairs in his dark hair.

Soobin walked up to him, feet padding against the marble floor, "I wish you didn't have to go to Korea so often." Soobin said, and the man sighed, walking closer to Soobin and placing his hands on Soobin's tiny waist.

"I wish I didn't either. But I still have so much work there. Stuff I need to deal with." The man said, and Soobin hummed, and then reached forward, clutching the man's collar.

"Well... you're going to work again?" Soobin asked, and the man nodded.

"You know I have to, doll." The man said in his deep voice, and Soobin bit his lip and nodded.

"That's okay." Soobin said, and the man lifted Soobin's chin up so they were looking at each other.

"You don't seem that uplifted today. Everything alright?"

Soobin nodded, lashed fluttering softly. The man sensed his discomfort and sighed, "It was today, wasn't it?" The man said, and Soobin nodded again, looking down.

"Today was when your friend passed away. What was his name? Jan, J-Jun-?"

"Yeonjun." Soobin said, and then looked up, "It's okay. I'll be fine soon. You, on the other hand, need to leave in a half hour. Can't keep going late to work." Soobin said, and then reached away from the hug and walked towards the kitchen. Soobin heard a deep chuckle.

"Can't be late if you own the place, baby." Soobin heard the reply, and giggled lightly.

"I know, Shuichi. But if all your employees see their CEO walking in late every day it won't put a good impression on their heads." Soobin said, and then looked at the older man who was standing outside the kitchen, typing on his laptop. Soobin took out a carton of juice, and then heard a clearing of throat.

"I've eaten breakfast already, Soobin. Someone woke up late." Shuichi said, and Soobin heard the graveness in his tone. Soobin put the carton of juice back and then placed his hand against the kitchen doorway, looking at Shuichi.