"I don't..." Mingyu whispered, placing the notes down onto the garden's grass, letting them get wet without any concern for them. His only concern was Wonwoo. Why would he write these? He loved Mingyu, so he made sure he was safe 24/7. It certainly didn't help. "Wonwoo, baby, I'm confused..."
"I was confused, too." Hoshi said, appearing by the side of his friend and smiled at him, sighing slightly. "I guess it all makes sense."
"No!" Mingyu suddenly shouted, "Wonwoo isn't dead!" He sobbed into Hoshi's shirt, hugginng him.
"He is.." Hoshi mumbled into Mingyu's ear, wrapping his arms around Mingyu's waist and holding him up against his chest slightly, caressing his back. "I'm sorry..." He sighed.
Woozi, who had come outside, looked at them with a frown. "Hey, babe." He called angrily, trying to gain his boyfriend's attention. Hoshi looked up at his boyfriend, smiling.
"Hey, baby!" he called back, while Woozi kept a straight face.
"Mhm. Hi." He simply said back, "Is Mingyu ogay?"
"You mean okay?"
"No. Ogay."
"Oh, whatever." Hoshi sighed. "Yeah. He's fine." Soonyoung bit his lip again.
;;
Mingyu silently wiped the tears away from his face, staring down at all the letters.
'How long had he planned this out for?'
Mingyu chuckled bitterly. He just wanted his boyfriend back. He didn't even know that he was suicidal, or that he wanted to kill himself.
He took his phone out, and read through their old conversations. He brought his hand to his mouth to muffle his cries.
He missed him too fucking much, and he just wanted his Wonwoo back.
Why'd he do it?
Did he hate Mingyu that much?
Was he secrectly straight or something?
Did he ever like Mingyu?
Was this all a prank?
Did Wonwoo even feel alive?
He cried even more, and suddenly, his father walked in.
"Still crying?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, hiding his face in his hands when his son nodded with tears in his eyes. "Idiot." He scoffed with a laugh. "I know you miss him, but, like.."
"A-Appa.." Mingyu croaked out, not really knowing what to say as he bit his lip, "I'm sorry..." He whispered, wiping away his tears with the back of his weak, bare, pale hands that he was ashamed of because of the amounts of self-harm cuts on them.
"You're not, though." His father sighed. "What're you sorry for?"
"C-Crying.." He whispered, his father shaking his head.
"Don't be sorry because you miss someone." His father simply smiled at him, knowing how it felt. When he was younger, he lost his sister at the young age of 8, and he had to live his life knowing that he best friend and sister was gone. "It's just a part of life, son,"
"Wonwoo's parents hate me."
"Ah, they don't-"
"They want to kill me."
"Son, no, they-"
"I KILLED THEIR SON! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HIM!"
"KIM MINGYU!" His father, Chaejin, yelled as he raised his hand. Mingyu winced as he waited for a slap. Instead of a slap, he got a hug. His father started to cry with him. Chaejin slowly caressed his back, not letting go of his son. He hugged his protectively. "Son, just because you met him alone, doesn't mean you don't love him..." He smiled against his son's neck. He felt more wet tears fall down his son's face.
"T-That doesn't m-matter now..." His shaky voice managed to make out, "H-he's..gone." Hoshi and Woozi, from behind, gasped as Mingyu's straight-up-response. They never thought he'd be able to admit it. For some reason, they were impressed.
"He's not," Chaejin proposed, pointing to Mingyu's heart, "He's in here."
"Appa." He said seriously. "We met online. We can't fall in love! This isn't some kind of fanfiction where we fall in love because we're the main characters! This isn't how life works!"
"It is, son," Chaejin assure. "So, just, read the notes again."
Mingyu, with a shaky breath, picked up the black box again.
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