Never | Lee Haechan

Just tell me

"If the sun refused to shine, baby would I still be your lover?"

Stay - Blackpink
Intro (end of the world) - Ariana Grande

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"I'll head home now," the old man announced to the younger who was walking towards him with an annoyed sigh, "I dont get why they show up every single day, asking to buy this land but insists on setting a bank loan instead of cash,"

Junghoon complained as he pulled out his lighter, bringing it up to the cancer stick stuck between his teeth. The older man chuckled, "It's more confusing how Haechan refuses to sell it to them. I get why he didn't want to give it up to Mr.Bang- but these are just local developer companies," the older man huffed as Junghoon blew out smoke through his lips.

"I never understand what he's thinking," Junghoon absentmindedly spoke, looking straight ahead at the docks of the port where multiple huge tanker ships were rested. The cold breeze of the lowley illuminated port zone brushing by his black hair. The silence and solitary of the place gave him the time to brood. To ponder on what he was doing and what his life had come to. But all of it came down to what would happen at the second court hearing tomorrow. When he and the old man beside him could stop living under a shadow.

But the problem was, he didnt know if he really wanted to stop being under the shadow. Being a dead person alive, made him realise how pointless many things were and how fake people could be. Being in the shadows guided him to people that knew only how to be real and straightforward. Frankly, he preferred that. White can be split into seven different colors. But black- was simply just black. No layers, no hiding. That's exactly how he viewed Haechan. He cared, but he wasn't sugarcoated neither was he trying to pretend there was more between the two of them then there was.

His thought sequence broke when he heard the janitor boarding his red worn out pick up truck, "See ya later son!" he called out in his heavy busan accent to which he merely nodded, raising a hand up as a sign of goodbye.

The janitor pulled his car out of the port zone, merging into the highway. Drops of water started pouring on his front window shield, making him smack his lips together as he turned on the wipers. Midst the squeaking noise and the soft trot music playing in the background, he received a call from his daughter, drawing a smile on his lips.

"Appa! You don't have to pick me up today, my friend said she wants to take us all out," her joyful excited voice spoke on the other end, making him let out a hearty laugh, "Okay okay. Have fun!" He replied. The father and daughter exchanged greetings and finally ended the call.

As he drove further down the road, the rain poured harder. The man squinted his eyes in order to do his best to see as his eyes caught a bright xenon light approaching from the other side. He frowned, pressing on his horn a few times. But as it got closer, it suddenly dawned on him.

The car ahead wasn't stopping. The next few seconds were a blur.

The sound of tires screeching and glass shattering roared through the air. A loud crash echoed in his ears and his head throbbed from a gash of pain. His eyelids scrunched as he felt his body drift into the world of void. The liquid trickling down the back of his back couldn't be mistaken, it was red blood.

He fought the urge to give into the fatigue, eventually losing the fight.

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