voicemail | moonbin

goodbye

eventually, days became weeks, and weeks became months.

now, it was officially 3 years since moonbin had lost his beloved.

here he was, standing in front of your grave, with a small little photo in his hand.

it felt like an eternity, moonbin just looking at your grave, a distant look capturing his features.

then, he spoke.

"hey, y/n..." he started, a bittersweet smile on his face as he trembled, shakily continuing.

"today's the 3rd year. the 3rd time the world remembers how it lost you...how I lost you."

his words were strained as he tried to keep himself together.

not again, not again.

you can't do this every single time you see her.

you just can't.

the male cleared his throat, trying to hold back his tears.

"i-i miss you y/n...so much. everyday at the building my mind can't be taken off of you. i know it's not healthy, it's just— how can I cope with my heart being shattered into a million pieces?"

and it was true; he couldn't take his mind off of you.

Moon Bin, once a trainee of Fantagio Entertainment; now a successful business man, renowned for his generous donations to a multitude of cancer organizations, hoping to put an end to such a deadly disease.

He was one of the wealthiest bachelors in his age, devoting his time and money  visiting various hospitals and patients, offering them a supportive hand in their fight against cancer.

Wealthy, kind, and understanding.
Everything anyone would want to be content. But; moonbin was lonely.

people would ask why such a fine man wasn't even engaged at his age; but few know the reason why.

and that reason was you.

to others, it was completely absurd that moonbin was deeply in love with a dead girl; but who could stop him?

he promised he would try and move on from you; and oh, how he tried. countless dates with different girls always resulted in moonbin kindly declining their offers for a second date, for the reason of you suddenly invading his thoughts. your beautiful voice replacing his date's as he imagined you sitting across from him instead of the girl.

maybe it was the universe's way of showing true love.

or maybe moonbin was just destined to stay single forever.

all of those failed attempts at dating finally lead him here, grieving for his ex-girlfriend for the thousandth time.

"y-y-n...you remember changsoo-ah? he graduated from 3rd grade a few days ago. he got the highest grade in his class! and you know what he said in his speech? he said that the only reason he got highest was because of his y/n - noona. he said that if he got highest, he would make you happy up there, from the stars. our little changsoo still misses his favorite noona. he talks about you everyday; the kid says that everything reminds him of you. i wonder of our children would be like changsoo-ah, y/n. wouldn't that be nice, hm? only if..." moonbin's voice cracked, his gaze tearing away from your grave as he looked at the grass that surrounds your grave.

you always loved children, and dreamt of having your own.

a little boy and little girl, named moon minho and moon haena.

he could almost picture your tiny family with him, living in a homey little house a few miles away from town.

the children would be running around outside while you would be tending to your garden, because of your affinity of flowers and everything nature. meanwhile, moonbin would be at work in the city, coming home to a loving wife and two loving children who would call him dadda.

but, dreams would always remain dreams in moonbin's mind.

there would be no little moon minho or moon haena to greet him when he steps into his luxurious and lonely flat.

it would just be the reminder of his crushed dreams to greet him.

the male would always wonder if you would ever make his dreams come true.

it wasn't like you were ever going to answer his desperate calls for you; now that he had realized.

you would never answer.

suddenly, moonbin flipped his phone out and dialed a number, putting the call on speaker.

suddenly, the call went to voicemail.

"Hello! This is Y/N L/N's phone and I'm sorry that I can't get to the phone right now! Please leave a message after the beep and I'll be sure to call or text back! Have a nice day!"

BEEP

moonbin screwed his eyes shut as he reminisced the painful, painful memories he had.

then, he spoke.

"it's been a long time, since ive ever called this, y/n...and whenever I call, why won't you answer?" moonbin's voice cracked, tears finally escaping his eyes as he sobs, finally losing the act he had put on when he came to visit you.

"it's been 3 years y/n... 3 years since I've called. but you won't answer..." his voice came out in a whisper, reality being too much for him.

"you'll never answer, yeah?" moonbin cried out, dropping to his knees in front of your grave.

it hurts.

"good-goodbye, y/n..." moonbin whispers.

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05.08.20
5:38PM

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