minsung/skz one shots

ghost of you.

So I drown it out like I always do, dancing through our house, with the ghost of you.

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Little warning: this story contains topics of death, violence and suicide. It's not the typical one-shots I write, it's not a happy or smutty one, so if you're not good at handling triggering topics, please click away, your safety is more important than any story. If you want to read it regardless, have fun reading; although I don't think it's much fun. This story is heart shattering, but I've wanted to write one like this for ages and now I finally did.

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"Jisungie," he whispered softly, the name escaping his lips like a prayer, each syllable heavy with the weight of his heartache. The sun blazed above him, too bright for his weary eyes, and he raised a trembling hand to shield them. A gentle breeze rustled through the tall, wet grass, carrying with it the light, cheerful songs of birds hidden among the trees. It was a peaceful day, the kind of day that Jisung would have loved, and Minho tried to let the warmth of the sun soothe the cold emptiness inside him. He hadn’t been to this place in so long, too long, and the guilt gnawed at him relentlessly, a constant reminder of all the excuses he made to stay away. He had told himself he was too busy, that life kept getting in the way, until he could no longer ignore the ache in his chest that demanded him to come here, to the one place where he felt closest to Jisung. "Jisungie," he repeated, his voice cracking as he twirled the fabric of his pants between his fingers, a nervous habit he hadn’t been able to shake. He sat on the ground, legs crossed, eyes tracing the slow, lazy journey of the clouds drifting across the sky. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he had kept locked inside for too long, and now the words tangled on his tongue, fighting to break free. "There's so many things I want to tell you, and I don't know where to start. I regret not telling you these things when you were around. Now you're gone, and I’m struggling to breathe whenever I think about you." His lips quivered, and he inhaled sharply, trying to steady himself, but the pain was too raw, too fresh. "I remember the day we met as if it was yesterday," he continued, his voice softer now, filled with the tender echoes of memory. "You were just a scared little kid, and the second we looked at each other, it seemed like you decided I was the one you wanted to follow. I remember being annoyed because you were so clingy and always wanted to play with me. Every single day, you’d be there, tugging at my sleeve, asking me to play just one more game. But somehow, you won my heart over, and I didn’t want to be without you anymore." Minho smiled faintly at the memory, though it was tinged with a bittersweet edge that made his chest tighten. "Back then, I didn’t think you’d become this important to me. I didn’t believe you’d be the one I would love for the rest of my life." A single tear slipped down his heated cheek, and he raised his hand, gently brushing it away. He rarely cried, always seeing it as a sign of weakness, a vulnerability he never wanted anyone to witness. But now, sitting here with nothing but his regrets and the soft rustling of the grass around him, the tears came unbidden, spilling over despite his efforts to hold them back. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, swallowing against the rising tide of grief that threatened to drown him. Jisung wasn’t with him anymore, and the emptiness left behind was more than he could bear. "Hannie," he whispered, his voice breaking as he spoke Jisung’s old nickname, the one that felt like home. "I wish I had told you what I feel for you. I wish I had kissed you. I wish I had held you closer whenever we hugged. Now it’s too late, and all that’s left is regret and sorrow. You know I’ve never been the type to blurt out my feelings, you know that better than anyone. When you confessed to me, all I could do was run. I was overwhelmed – I felt the same way, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I didn’t take the chance to grab you by the collar and taste your pretty lips like I should have." His body shook with quiet sobs, his tears flowing freely now as he squeezed his knees to his chest, trying to contain the storm of emotions raging inside him. "I’m so sorry for letting you down, for making you believe that your feelings were a burden to me. I’m sorry for turning my back on you when you needed me the most. I miss your warmth, your bright smile, the way you could light up a room just by being in it. Your voice still echoes in my head, especially when I feel the loneliest. I would give anything to hear your laugh again, to see you smile at me like you used to." The sun had begun to dip behind a gathering of dark clouds, casting shadows over the landscape. The air grew cooler, the breeze picking up as if it, too, mourned the loss of Jisung’s presence. Minho shivered, feeling the chill seep into his bones, and he pulled his knees tighter to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs in a feeble attempt to keep warm. He knew he should leave before the rain started, but he couldn’t bring himself to move, not yet. He needed to be here, needed to speak the words that had been trapped inside for so long, even if Jisung wasn’t physically there to hear them. “I wish I could go back,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rising wind. “I wish I could tell you how much you meant to me, how much I loved you. But all I have now are these memories and this place, where I can still feel you with me somehow.” He rested his head on his knees, closing his eyes as he let the tears fall. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough, but for now, it was all he had. And so he stayed, sitting in the quiet company of his grief, talking to the empty air and hoping, somehow, that Jisung was listening.