my best friend | yungi

regret

charc death

"I like to think that he does all these little things for me to keep me happy, even if it wasn't enough, but I don't want to think that I'm taking away his peace in exchange for my happiness.

Really, people like him because of how happy he makes them, even if they aren't as many. But words aren't enough to express how I feel for him right now. There had been too many occurrences where I've been caught giving him short, quick glances and long, loving stares, enough for him to notice.

He allowed me to stay with him, school night after school night, hanging out with me in quiet places, just the two of us," His voice wavered slightly as he spoke into the microphone grasped tightly in his hand. There was a flimsy piece of paper, ink smudging beneath his sweaty fingertips as it shook like a leaf in his other hand.

"That very night, I wished I stayed with him a little longer after she shook us awake, I wished that I held him in my arms for an extra ten minutes, anything to delay the tragedy: the loss of him. His innocent life, stolen away from his own grasp." He stopped himself with a huff before the last sentence, for the pearly tears have already started to run down his cheeks like a leaking faucet.

"I-I'll see you on the other side soon," another deep breath to compose himself as his voice shook, and a miserable sob comes from his throat. The site was gloomy, a low mist settled around everyone and the sky was overcast. He felt like his heart has been shattered upon no return, but if he feels like that...how would his mother have felt?

Would she have been silently spacing out on the couch they once cuddled on? Was she crying herself to sleep everyday, knowing the son she loved and raised with her bare hands just vanished within minutes? Was she—

What's happened has happened.

He cried, dreading the day of the funeral, but eventually...the day arrived. He stayed up every night since then, watching as the crescent moon stayed in its place, unmoving and keeping him company. It barely illuminated the night, just bright enough to reflect the tear tracks that stained his face, and enough to keep him company. His phone, discarded by the side, stuck on a screen of a message that Mingi sent to him a week ago.

Yunho clears his throat quietly, not bothering to wipe away tear tracks that adorned his pale cheeks. His eyes were all swollen and red from the crying, but not ashamed of the tears he'd shed for his best friend. "I wish you well on your journey, watch over us, even if we can't see you, Mingi-yah."

June 7th, 20XX. 00:19:34
From: Mingi poo (xbox69king)
To: You (jeongweiner)

Mingi poo: wru imma fidn you and kiss yo ass goodnight
Mingi poo: gimme a min this mf traffic light dont wanna listen to me