Death is the untold truth and the sad reality of life. No matter what the day, the time. How rich or poor you are. How old you are. Death will come to each and every individual, and no one can stop it.
It's the sad reality. One day, everyone will be wrapped in the blankets of earth while life continued above them. A life they are no longer a part of. Death is the art of life.
It consumes a person until they're nothing but flesh and bones. It takes the soul and leaves everything else behind because what use is a body with no soul.
Death was painful and every prayer a person makes, every candle you light, doens't change the fact that a person is gone and no amount of anything in this mortal world can fill the everlasting hole left in your heart where that person used to be.
In his case, it was two persons.
Minho's head hung low as he watched the coffins being lowered into the ground. His face was expressionless and eyes emotionless. He had cried enough.
He had cried to the point where his throat was sore and his eyes red and numb. He cried until his heart couldn't take it anymore. He cried until there were no more tears left to shed.
The soft and comforting hold on his shoulder was the one and only think that kept him grounded right now.
He was there.
He was always there.
From the moment Minho left his home after finding the news, to the funeral preparations and the ceremony that followed it. Minho wouldn't have been able to do any of it if he hadn't had Jisung by his side every step of the way.
He slept beside him during the nights he would cry and held him until he fell asleep from the headache forming because of those tears. He held his hand in the days that he mourned and grieved until his heart physically hurt to be there anymore.
Jisung never left Minho alone, and he couldn't be more thankful to him. Even when Minho's words told him to leave, his heart told him to stay, and Jisung always heard his heart.
Jisung was the reason Minho was still here.
The coffins were in the ground, and the soil now covered them. They were side by side, just like they wanted to be. Minho turned around and dropped his head on Jisung's shoulder.
Jisung held him and wrapped his arms around him until he knew Minho would be okay, which was probably never.
"I'm here, Min. I'm always here." Jisung whispered to him comfortingly.
"Can we go? I don't want to listen to all the condolences from people I don't even know." Minho mumbled, and Jisung nodded.
He held Minho's hand and led him out of the graveyard, and opened the passenger door of his car for him to get in. Jisung went around to the drivers sear and started the car.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked. He doubted Minho wanted to go home right now.
"Anywhere but here." He replied.
Jisung started driving, and he kept driving, not having a destination in mind. The drive was peaceful and just what Minho needed.
"Thank you for being here, Sungie." Minho said. His voice sounded so worn out and dejected.
"You don't need to thank me, Min. I will always be here, even when you don't want me to be." Jisung replied, and Minho held his hand over the console.
"I love you, Han Jisung. So goddamn much."
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The clock struck half 10, and Minho was late, again. Class started half an hour ago, and Minho was nowhere to be seen. Jisung was getting seriously concerned.
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Soulmates | Minsung
RomanceLee Minho and Han Jisung were childhood best friends and stayed that way all the way to high school, and they believed they were soulmates. However, the summer after senior year, Minho became distant, and college was a struggle for both of them. Th...
