ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱᴇꜱ 🖌 ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

E P I L O G U E

It has been a while. It was precisely 10 years after the trial, and a lot has changed. As it turns out, Jung Seojun, CEO of Jung Hotel, along with Kang Seojin, were behind a human trafficking organisation that was the cause of 98 missing women in all of Korea. They were both sentenced for life and were denied bail. Meanwhile, Wooyoung, Taehyun, Mingi, Jaehyun, and Jungwon were let out of prison for 'good behavior' and have now fled to Japan to start fresh, but god knows if they have changed in the slight.

But Y/N, she was a different story. During her time in prison, she developed schizophrenia and severe depression, which caused her to have hallucinations of her loved ones telling her to die. That, along with the harsh treatment of prisons, drove her to commit and end her misery for good.

Yunho remembers it all too clearly. He was going to call Y/N to tell her that he finally made it as a qualifier in the PWS when he was informed that she had taken her own life. He wouldn't eat or sleep for days on end and even tried to take his own life to join her. Luckily, he found closure in picking up his old habit of painting, but all he painted was her.

In a small room in his studio apartment, there was a room that no one was allowed in. Inside was a result of a lover nearly a hair away from going mad. Yunho gathered all photos of Y/N that he could find and painted each and every one of them. Ocassionally he'd find a photo online, and he'd waste no time in painting it.

Today was special. It has been 2 years since the death of Y/N. Yunho entered his sacred room and picked up a fresh new canvas, and just as the paint flowed from the paint tube, so did tears from his eyes. It's been a while; he should have gotten over her, right? The beige and brown paint streaks filled his blank canvas to paint a luminous picture. After a while, he had finished his painting. Yunho took it and drove as fast as he could to the cemetery.

Once he arrived at Y/N's grave, he put down his painting next to it. His painting from the previous year was nearly destroyed; the paint was smudged and in a tangled mess from the rain, and the wood of the canvas had grew mold. Yunho sat down and smiled sadly.

"I hope you like the painting. You always said I should paint more. I just wish you were here to see it." His voice cracked at the last sentence.

He felt a cold, harsh gust blowing at him. It almost felt like her soul giving him a 'warm' hug.

"It's a very nice painting."

Yunho looked up to see a middle-aged woman dressed in black. It took him a while to figure out who she was. Ms. Lee. She sat down on the other side of the grave and put down a bouquet of white flowers.

"Hello," he replied bitterly.

Ms. Lee sighed. After the trial, Yunho grew to dislike Ms. Lee. After all, if she didn't take the case to court, Y/N could've still been with him. Ms. Lee shifted to face him and tried to console him.

"Blame me for her death all you want," she said. "But if you need anything, I'm here to help you." 

She handed him a piece of paper with her number on it, bowed twice to Y/N's grave, and continued on her way. Yunho stared blankly at the paper and looked back at the grave. Ms. Lee did help Y/N, and Y/N did seem happier in her presence. Yunho's heart was filled with too much emotion to choose a course of action, so he just laid next to the grave and closed his eyes.

"I hope I made you happy when you were with me, as Yunho or Hyunso."

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.