Jongdae had not been sleeping for a week since he last closed his eyes. The whole time, he had just been staring at the walls, crying, breathing, and drinking coffee.
A week ago, he had taken down all the pictures of himself and Minseok. The walls were bare now.
He had also given away everything that Minseok owned. Everything.
He just wanted to forget Minseok. He didn't want to feel the same pain he felt when Minseok died.
But the problem was, he just couldn't.
His smile, his cute and chubby cheeks, his calming voice. Him.
Jongdae tried to forget, but they kept coming to him.
It is always hard trying to forget the person who made a huge impact on your life, the one you loved unconditionally, the one you would definitely die for.
And Jongdae would, if he had the chance. He would die for Minseok. But the thing was, if he died, won't Minseok feel the same as he was now? Pain, sorrow, hatred, misery, self-pity, suffering, and the likes?
And even worse, guilt for being the reason why he died...
