Jongho put away his phone after recording and watched the night sky , remembering the first time he and Yeosang talked under it .
"Hyung , What if once you die , you become a star , And you just watch over everyone you love from the sky ? "
" I guess that's nice but not practical , maybe it works more like a belief for people who can't accept loss "
" Maybe I'm one of them "
" Who are you scared to lose ? "
" Everyone I love but mostly you "
" Wow , you love me that's cute , don't worry I won't leave till you do "
" Cliche "
" Shut up "
Jongho chuckled , looking down at the ground , that was far away from his position now , he heard his name be called faintly and he knew who it was but he didn't want to respond .
He knew it was Yeosang but he didn't want to forget everything and just run into his arms and then be hurt because he knew Yeosang didn't love him , which he was wrong but how would he have known ?
Jongho took a deep breath and looked at the older who ran into the school , he pursed his lips , and let go , he heard a desperate yell , it was Yeosang calling him , so close , but so far .
He jumped and Yeosang just missed by a grab on his clothing .
Jongho fell to his death , feeling content and regret as he knew he left so many things hurt and he would cause new wounds to open because of him . He knew he was being selfish and hated it , but he hated not listening to himself too.
A loud thump as his body turned lifeless in the blink of an eye , Yeosang stared at him from above , loosing grip and panting loudly , he ran downstairs .
Yeosang saw the blood and the lifeless eyes . His legs grew weak and collapsed in front of Jongho's dead body . His tears flowed out his eyes like a horror movie , he didn't sob but they just flowed , Yeosang couldn't believe a thing .
He pushed Jongho and shook him like a mad man , expecting his love to wake up but it wasn't happening , not in a million years , no .
Yeosang curled up into a ball , his hands in his hair , pulling harshly as he whimpered . He was blank but he kept crying like he could comprehend what he lost but he couldn't . . . . . The boys let tears flow down their cheeks as Jongho's pale body rested in the coffin , San left , he couldn't breath through all his tears and Seonghwa almost fainted , he couldn't see Jongho in this state but he was staying strong as Hongjoong helped him .
Yeosang on the other hand , was lifeless , he just stared at the coffin and only walked forward to stroke Jongho cheek one last time before they closed the coffin , then he left like he wasn't affected at all but no one could blame a dead soul for being dead .
Yeosang left the burial ground , going to the car and pulled out a Polaroid of Jongho .
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Baby got mad now he's pouty 🖤
A teardrop dripped on the photo and a sigh left Yeosang , his breath hitched as he slid onto the ground , feeling as dead as he could possibly feel . The pale skin of Jongho haunted him and he sobbed , he couldn't believe he lost his love and it's all because he let his mouth run . . . . .
Everyone watched as Yeosang went into his room , Seonghwa told him about the boxes Jongho told him to open and Yeosang didn't say a aword and just nodded lightly , going in the room .
Yeosang pulled out two boxes , only as big as small gift boxes .
He pulled the top off one and the walls fell apart , revealing pictures of him and Jongho , some pictures of Jongho the boy took of himself , the middle read
YeoJong forever 🖤
Bead of tears dropped on to the table , making his already blood shot eyes sting even more . Yeosang pulled open the other one and was that same thing but with different pictures .
Yeosang was frustrated at himself , hating the silence in the room because the person who shared it with him wasn't there to crawl into his bed with him , annoy him by taking pictures , talk nonsense with him or even just breath with him . He wished he treasured those moments more than he did , he wished he spent all the time he had with Jongho .
He regretted it all . . . . . It was pitch black , dark , Yeosang played with the pill in his hand , a cup of water in the other . His tears never ending , he couldn't stop reminding himself of the horrors he saw and what he did . He looked up at the night sky , spotting a small star that shone the brightest .
" Hi Jongho , you know , I miss you and I hope you will come back and maybe just I can hear your voice one last time , I would kill to hear at least a whine , you always whined when I left the bed and you always got up right after to drag me to cuddle so you could sleep again , now you're not here and I can't sleep . Why did you not hear me at least for a second ? I know it's my fault but at least you should've heard me tell you that I love you and you won't have to be a star now . Well now I'm the one who needs to believe so I don't go mad . You know , if you were here then you would take this pill from me and scold me but now you can't cause you aren't here so at least , I can stay with you after I die . "
Yeosang gulped the pill down and felt the pain shoot up his veins , finally his breathing stopped and his limbs dropped , hanging from the chair as his heart died .
He hoped at least once he died he wouldn't have to regret anymore .
( That's the end , the layout is the same but Yeosang couldn't stop Jongho because Jongho had no faith in this line , in the other ending Jongho had faith . Because he didn't look at a picture of Yeosang , in this ending he had a picture of Yeosang in his bag so that one picture caused a twist in ending . Butterfly effect y'all )
( Also , the new story is coming up in a week so y'all can rest from this emo shit for a while )
