2 weeks later
Minho was getting ready for Jisung's funeral. His face was shallow and lifeless, and he had visible bags under his eyes that he simply could not rid of. He was dressed in his best suit, a bright pocket square resting in his breast pocket. Minho had his prepared speech on a sheet of paper, which reminded him even more of Jisung, and Jisung's gift for him before his last breath.
As Minho was ready to leave the small apartment he called his home, tears pricked in his eyes and he had an uncomfortable lump in his throat. Minho felt the inexplicable urge to cough, so he did, coughing into his hand as he set his hand on the doorknob.
Minho looked down at his palm, only to find pale white flower petals littering his pale hand.
