𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁? junhao

10: ... that's why not

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Minghao's mother hadn't woken up yet.

Junhui stood over his boyfriend's lifeless frame, the younger's arms still stiffly clutching his stomach as if it were in immense pain.

The elder was frozen in shock, still not fully comprehending what exactly had driven the boy over the edge.

He held the note that was left for him in one hand, and the bottle of pills he'd found on the bench in another.

New Year's Eve had never felt so painful.

The answering machine buzzed inside faintly, probably still replaying the message from his mother he had only half listened to.

"Junhui baby, Mom's sorry. Please just come home, we can talk about this. I just know that boy isn't good for-"

A slight breeze ruffled the hair of the body in front of him and he paled at the reminder that the one he loved so dearly was no longer with him; only his empty, beaten and bruised shell remained.

"If the New Year doesn't have you in it... then I don't want it."

He whispered so softly that he could barely hear himself, yet it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered anymore.

The lid to the bottle was opening before he could think any further, and all too soon a sharp pain was blooming in the pit of his stomach, slowly but surely growing in intensity until he couldn't bear to stand any longer.

He crawled pitifully until he could lay himself in between Minghao's stiffened arms, pretending desperately that the younger was hugging him one last time.

Then the pain seared white hot, causing his vision to fade to black.

And so he joined his boyfriend.

Maybe this was the answer to the question Junhui had asked on the day he fell in love with Minghao, when he'd been surrounded by those girls.

"Why not?"

This, was why.

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