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Riwoo Bnd - grief

@SiimplyLiivy Heres your request hope you like it.
800 words.

The dorm was unusually quiet when Riwoo received the news. His phone call ended abruptly, and the weight of the words lingered in the air. One of his childhood friends – someone who had been a cornerstone of his early years – had died in a car accident.
Riwoo sat frozen on the couch, his phone slipping from his hand. The suddenness of the loss was overwhelming. His chest tightened, and tears stung his eyes, but he didn't cry. Not yet. He didn't know how to process it.

"Riwoo?" Woonhak's voice was soft, concerned. He had noticed the way Riwoo had grown still, the subtle quiver in his lips. "What's wrong?"

Riwoo opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, he shook his head and walked to his room, closing the door behind him.

The members exchanged worried glances. Taesan hesitated before saying, "We should give him some space, but we can't just ignore this. He looked... broken."

The others nodded in agreement. They decided to wait a bit before checking on him, giving him the room to process while preparing to be there when he was ready.

In his room, Riwoo stared at the ceiling. Memories of his childhood friend flooded his mind – their shared laughter, secret handshakes, and long talks about dreams and fears. He clutched his pillow tightly, the tears finally falling as he let out a choked sob. The grief was raw and unrelenting, leaving him feeling hollow.

The next day, Jaehyun knocked gently on Riwoo's door. "Riwoo, can I come in?"

A muffled "Yeah" came from inside.

Jaehyun entered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Wanna talk about it?"

Riwoo took a shaky breath. "My friend... he's gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye."

Jaehyun's expression softened. "I'm so sorry, Riwoo. That's... that's a lot to handle. You don't have to go through it alone, though."

The other members joined Jaehyun in supporting Riwoo. At first, Riwoo was hesitant to share the depth of his pain, but their quiet presence was comforting. They didn't push him, letting him take the lead.

When the topic of the funeral came up, Riwoo was uncertain. "I don't know if I can handle it," he admitted. "What if it's too much?"

Sungho placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to decide right now, but I think it might help. Saying goodbye can be hard, but it can also bring closure."

Taesan added, "And we'll be here for you, every step of the way. You won't be alone."

Eventually, Riwoo decided to attend the funeral. The day was somber and heavy, but having his members by his side made it bearable. He cried freely for the first time in public, unburdening himself of the weight he had been carrying. The funeral gave him the chance to say goodbye and honor his friend's memory, even if it didn't erase the pain.

In the days and weeks that followed, Riwoo began to navigate his grief. His members became his anchors, offering small moments of comfort – Woonhak bringing him tea, Taesan sitting beside him in silence, and Jaehyun cracking lighthearted jokes to make him smile. Slowly, he started to find moments of peace.

One evening, as Riwoo scrolled through TikTok, a video caught his attention. It was Andrew Garfield, speaking about the loss of his mother. His words hit Riwoo like a wave:
"For me, grief is unexpressed love, and I'm never going to be able to express fully the love that I have for my mother, the gratitude that I have – that I got given the best mother around. It's a never-ending thing."

(A/N: I saw this video the other day and I had to put this in)

Riwoo replayed the video multiple times, letting the words sink in. Tears welled up in his eyes, but this time, they weren't just tears of sadness. They were tears of understanding. Grief wasn't something to be ashamed of or to avoid – it was love, pure and simple. A love he couldn't fully express but would always carry with him.

The next day, Riwoo shared the video with his members. "This... this helped me see things differently," he said, his voice steady but emotional. "Grief isn't just pain. It's love. And maybe it's okay to feel it."

The members listened intently, their own emotions stirred by his revelation.

"You're so strong, Riwoo," Sungho said. "And we're so proud of you for letting yourself feel and grow through this."

"You've taught us a lot, too," Jaehyun added. "About love and resilience."

In the months that followed, Riwoo embraced his grief, allowing it to shape him without letting it consume him. He leaned on his members, finding solace in their unwavering support. They became his family in the truest sense, their bond strengthened by the trials they had faced together.

One evening, as they sat together under the soft glow of the dorm lights, Riwoo spoke softly. "Thank you. For being here. For everything. I don't know where I'd be without you."

The members smiled, their hearts full. "That's what family is for," Taesan replied.
In that moment, Riwoo realized that even in loss, there was love. And with the people he cared about by his side, he could face anything.

Thanks for reading. If you have any story in mind don't hesitate. I take requests.