congratulations || jeongchan

- 8 - Together -

But then I know that this is the end

6 years ago

Minho was screaming. Screaming as lines of ink appeared and disappeared on his arms; on his hands and his legs and his face. Covering him in a swirling mess of black and red and blue, all memories. All notes and words and confessions. But each strike of pen burnt like fire as it raced across his skin.

It wouldn't stop. Chan was knelt by Minho's side, cradling his friend to him.

"It's okay Minho, please. Shhhh it's okay, it's okay. You're here Minho you're here and that's all that matters." Chan couldn't stop crying. Minho was hurting. His friend was breaking and there was nothing he could do.

"He's gone Chan. He's gone! And I can never get him back." Minho sobbed into Chan's shirt.

"A soulmate is for life Minho. He would never truly leave you."

But Chan never wanted to see this again. Never wanted to go through it. Maybe it would hurt less if there was no love? Could he forsake his own bond? He could if it meant avoiding this.

With a final scream of pain the ink stopped, each and every single thing ever written between Minho and his soulmate having wrecked their way across Minho's skin, across his heart.

All that was left was a small red scar on the inside of Minho's wrist. He looked down at it and gagged.

It was forever that scar. Forever a promise that could never be fulfilled.

See you later lovely.

The last message ever written. The last thing he had said before he died. And Minho would carry it forever. It was cruel the bond. Cruel and unbreakable.

They stayed like that for a long time. Those two boys. Both had tears in their eyes that wouldn't stop falling.

For both it felt like they never would.

They say there is nothing more painful than losing your soulmate, both boys reckoned they were right.

"Chan."
"Yes Minho?"
"Chan. Promise me. Promise me you won't leave me too."

Chan looked down at Minho's scarred wrist. Looked at Minho's tear stained face. And the devastation still burning in his eyes.

"Let's not make any more promises. You are my best friend. Knowing that I love you more than the entire world and would never leave you behind is enough for me. I hope it's enough for you."

Present day

"Chan phone!"

"Is it mine?" I yell back across the apartment to Minho.

"Um?"' Minho pretended to think, "Yes you fuckwit. It's your phone."

I grumbled and made my way into the living room from the kitchen.

"If my food burns Chan. It's still your fault."

"That's not fair-!"

"Ah a Chan no arguing you have a call to answer." Minho huddled (bundled) back down into his duvet on the sofa. Looking to all the world like a man on a mission as he scrolled through my film collection on the tv.