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Minghao seventeen - grief

I feel like some part in the chapter aren't very clear, so if you have questions don't hesitate.
1500 words.

⚠️This chapter is centered around death, this chapter mention suicide with brief description of dead body, and the aftermath of someone death.

Minghao sat frozen on the bedroom floor, the room cloaked in an eerie stillness. The sight of his father's lifeless body on the bed, the empty bottle of pills nearby, rooted him in place. His mind was a haze of disbelief and devastation, his breath shallow and uneven.

The faint hum of his phone broke through the suffocating quiet, vibrating in his pocket like a distant echo. It took a moment for the sound to register, and even longer for him to pull the device out.

Seungcheol's name flashed on the screen.

He didn't answer. His trembling hands couldn't manage it. The phone buzzed again, startling him into action. This time, he swiped to redial before he could second-guess himself.

"Minghao?" Seungcheol's voice came through immediately, sharp with concern.

"Hyung," Minghao whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling. "He's... gone."

"What? Minghao, who's gone?"

"My dad." His words cracked like glass, shards splintering his composure. "He's... he's gone. I don't know what to do."

There was a long silence on the other end, filled only by the sound of Seungcheol breathing as he processed the weight of the words.

"Minghao," he said finally, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. "Stay where you are. Don't do anything, okay? We're coming. Just hang on, we'll be there soon."

The line went dead, leaving Minghao clutching the phone to his chest.

As the silence returned, Minghao's eyes fell on the nightstand. There, a folded piece of paper caught his attention, the words "To my son" written on the front in his father's handwriting.

His fingers trembled as he picked it up and unfolded it, his eyes scanning the words.

"I'm sorry, son. I can't do this without her. I tried, but the pain is too much. Forgive me for breaking my promise. I love you. Always."

The letter fell from his hands, the weight of his father's words crushing him. His mother's last wish had been for him and his father to take care of each other. Now, they had both failed.

A sob rose in his throat, but it felt lodged there, choking him. He curled into himself, the letter clutched in his hand, his body trembling as grief consumed him.

Hours later, hurried footsteps echoed through the quiet house as the door creaked open. The members entered cautiously, their faces pale with worry.

"Minghao?" Jun's voice broke through the silence as they searched the house.

When they reached the bedroom, Jun stopped in his tracks, his breath catching at the sight before him. Minghao sat frozen on the floor, staring at the wall, his father's body lying on the bed nearby.

Jun's voice softened as he knelt beside Minghao. "Hao, it's us. We're here now."

Minghao turned his gaze slowly, his eyes glassy and distant. "I couldn't save him," he murmured. "We were supposed to take care of each other, but I couldn't."

Jeonghan and Joshua exchanged a glance before moving toward the bed. Silently, they found a blanket and draped it gently over Minghao's father, their movements careful and reverent. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on their shoulders, but they didn't falter.