Opposites attract, they said. [SeKai]

Eleven

He wasn't sure how, but Sehun found himself in the cemetery standing in front of his brother's grave. It was as if his feet took him there on their own accord. Holding up a slightly shaky hand, he touched the dusty gravestone.

Sehun was doubting himself. A moment ago, facing his parents sounded like a great idea. He was glad he was finally standing up to them. But as thoughts of 'what now?' consumed his mind, he was starting to contemplate on whether or not it was the right thing to do. He knew that the moment he stepped into that house again (which was definitely not happening anytime soon), he was going to be thoroughly screwed.

"I... Did I do the right thing?" He stared at his brother's name that was carved into the gravestone as if expecting an answer. But of course, none came. But he didn't stop talking.

"You were the only one who encouraged me to do what I loved, the one who shared my dream. I... I really miss you. These past few weeks have been like a dream come true for me. I became part of a dance club and I met this amazing person who became my friend," Sehun smiled at the thought of Luhan. "But reality has to come and hit you in the face some day, doesn't it?" He sighed and sat down on the ground, "I wonder what you'd say if you saw me now... Maybe I did you justice because I know you always loved watching me dance so much. But should I just defy my parents and continue on this path? Or should I go back to how things were before? I really don't know because both hurt so much." He closed his eyes and hugged his knees to his chest.

"I guess it's a matter of choosing one; the pain of fighting a battle that I will never win... or the pain of not fighting at all."

Sehun's eyes were blurry with unshed tears but he didn't cry. He knew how much his brother hated seeing him cry. And he believed that wherever Changjo was, he was seeing and hearing him right now.

"Or maybe I should just join you..."

"Sehun?" A sudden whisper from behind him made him gasp and look back, only to see a shocked Jongin standing in front of him. His eyes were lined with concern and he was frowning.

"What are you doing here?" Sehun asked, getting up and dusting off his pants. Judging by the look on Jongin's face, he probably heard something he shouldn't have.

Jongin blinked a few times before speaking slowly, "I was here with mom... today's the anniversary of my grandmother's passing away so we came to visit her. I saw you while we were leaving so I told mom to go home without me."

"Oh." Sehun simply stared down at the ground. His guard was back on.

"I'm sorry..." Jongin said after some silence, "Maybe I should have gone too. But... I don't know..." The elder wasn't sure what to say.

"It's okay." The look in Sehun's eyes was completely distant.

"I didn't know you had a brother." Jongin said cautiously, looking at the gravestone. Sehun didn't reply to him.

"Is everything okay?" The elder finally asked about what had been nagging at him. Just the day before, Sehun looked so happy but now... it didn't even feel like the same person.

"Or maybe I should just join you..."

Remembering what Sehun had just said made him internally flinch. Was the blonde really contemplating suicide? Jongin knew they weren't very close and it probably wasn't any of his business but he just couldn't help it. Somewhere along the road, he came to care about the younger. He knew that beyond his cold exterior, Sehun was not a bad person at all.

"How much did you hear?" Sehun asked instead, ignoring the brunette's question.

"U-Um..." Jongin didn't really know how to spell it out, "Enough to know that you're not okay." He ended lamely.