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20

Bonus Chapter

Lee Saeyan
4th June 2023

          San asked me out for a cup of coffee today. All while till I got to the coffee shop, I wondered what it was about. It's been a few weeks since I sold my coffee shop; if there's anything I'd want to do is to forget all about you, Yunho. So, I abandoned the only place where we kept our cherishing memoirs.

          Do I feel bad about it? Maybe. But the sting in my eyes is better than the pang in my heart; it's easy to give up on memories, but holding onto them is delusion of grandeur.

          A few days after I got the news of you...after knowing you had left me alone forever, I made myself believed it was all a joke, that you were playing with my mind, wanting to know how much I loved you. The reality broke me in so many ways when I watched your casket buried six feet under. I couldn't believe it; you were gone.

          When I got to the cafe, a minimalistic one, only one street down from my own, I found San sitting by a window booth. His weakened smile pained me, it hid many emotions; and he kept his broken smile all the time we talked.

           He handed me a book wrapped in a coffee-stained paper. I looked at it inquisitively and pondered what it was. Of course it was a book, but what was the point of it?

          Eagerly, however, neatly, I unwrapped the paper. A breath hitched in my throat when I saw it was your book. Your name printed on top in such an elegant font, and a little below was the title of your book; cold coffee. You changed it, didn't you? You named the book after our odd-struck nuances. We always let the coffee go cold.

          It's gone cold too now. Staring at the cup of coffee in front of me, San began with his broken voice, "he left it for you."

          "A sole copy," he continued, "he made only one copy and wanted you to have it. I didn't read it, well I couldn't—'cause it's his love letter to you."

          I felt my throat suffocate me. "Thank you." I squeaked out somehow.

          "Hey, if you need anyone to talk to—" I shook my head, interrupting him, "I'm good, San. How are you?"

          "Everything's okay. Got a new thriller project to work on." He said, his lips kept moving but all I kept thinking about you, Yunho.

          We had a short conversation before I excused myself. I got to my apartment, alone again because Wooyoung moved out last week. He's seeking help for his insomnia apparently. When I sat down on the couch, with your book in my hand, I let out a sob.

          On the first page of your book, you wrote; "don't let the coffee go cold, Saeyan."

a/n: a little something to conclude the book. thank you for reading 🩵