𝐵𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 {𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓃𝑔}

3. Funeral

I sat next to Mrs. Lee who sobbed as the preacher talked about the two boys. I reached over and grabbed her hand. She looked at me gratefully.

The service went on, every now and then I'd look over to Jisung who was expressionless. I wonder what was going through his head. I wonder why he did what he did and I wonder why I was keeping his secret.

"Mark and Hyuck had some very close friends who would like to share with us some stories," the preacher said, motioning for me to stand. I let go of Mrs. Lee's hand and take my place next to the caskets.

"Well, where do I begin. Mark and Hyuck were amazing. They were amazing friends, had amazing talents, and made an amazing couple.

Hyuck brought life with him wherever he went, always lighting up every room he was in. I can say that my world has gotten dimmer without his jokes and his witty comebacks.

Then there was Mark, always there to ground us when we got too high. He was the voice of reason among us. If we had a problem we went to him, if we needed to talk he was always there.

These two amazing people were like my brothers and it's going to be hard without them," I finish sorrowfully as the tears well in my eyes. I look over at Jisung who was still sat unchanged. How could he do it?

Jaemin and Jeno said their speeches and then it was Jisung's turn. It was funny how their murderer attended the funeral and had to talk highly about them.

"Mark and Hyuck were amazing people. I hadn't know them for long but they had made a very permanent spot in my heart. Life won't be the same without them and we will all miss them gravely," he said. Short, sweet and to the point. He sat down, looking no different from before.

I was fascinated by him. How could someone be so emotionless yet so caring?