Fated Mistake

♡ When Spring Comes?

Jongin dried his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His beard was gone. His hair was freshly washed. He could sense the smell of soap that filled the bathroom. Jongin felt clean, maybe even a bit relaxed. Suho was right. Soo would want him to take care of himself. The smaller one used to say, the worse you felt, the better you need to dress up yourself.

Letting his body fall on the bed, Jongin felt how his eyelids became heavier with every second. He groaned, for his feet were killing him. He was searching the wood down the river the whole day by foot. Never in his life had Jongin walked so much. He had taken Suho's advice and came home, took a shower, and got some rest, but he hadn't given up on looking for Soo.

Jongin didn't realise when he had fallen asleep. Maybe he was just too tired. As he was woken up by his ring tone, it was already morning. The sunlight was so blinding, Jongin covered up his eyes with his arm, trying not to be ripped away from his sleep. Half-awake, half asleep, he asked himself whether it was worth it to answer the phone yet in one split second he remembered it could be about Soo. And he was right.

"They found a corpse," the voice on the phone said. In one blink, all the tiredness was gone. Jongin jumped up and gathered all his stuff, heading to the morgue.

Jongin walked through the hallway, following the assistant who was leading the way. Jongin understood why they sent someone to guide him for this building was a maze. There were so many corridors and they all seemed randomly placed. The lack of signposts wasn't helping either. They were in the basement, thus there were neither windows nor a slight sunlight. However, darkness and its cold fitted this place well. Even the air seemed to be colder than outside, and it smelled like sanitizer. It smelled like death. Although death was a common part of his life, Jongin felt uncomfortable in this place.

"We're here," said the assistant as he asked Jongin to wait at the door and went in to inform the doctor. It didn't take long until a short man stood before him. He was barely 1,65m tall and as skinny as a skeleton. His face was heavily wrinkled, and his skin was pale as if he hadn't seen the sun for his entire life. His hair was fully grey that parts of his scalp were visible. The man looked like death itself.

"Good morning, Mr. Choi" greeted the doctor with a high pitched voice that didn't fit his appearance a bit, and Jongin did his best not to laugh.

"Good morning," he replied.

"Please come in," the man said, and Jongin entered the room. Immediately, he noticed the body on the table, covered with a white sheet. It was so soaked that the fabric stuck to it. The gang leader didn't realise he had stopped walking.

"Is that the body they found?" Jongin asked. The doctor nodded.

"I should warn you. He was in the water for a very long time which means it won't be a nice view."

Jongin gulped. It wasn't the first time for him to see a dead body, but he had never felt this way before. It was hard to breathe, and his legs were shaking.

"Ready?" The old man asked, hands holding the fabric. Jongin nodded, and the doctor pulled aside the sheet. Jongin clenched his teeth by the sight of the body. The skin-color was a mix of blue, green, and grey. A musty smell penetrated in his nose. The person on the table was wearing a white shirt, navy blue jeans, and black chucks. The white shirt had almost turned mud brown. Some green leafs stuck in his shoes. The left pant leg was ripped, and Jongin could see a deep cut under the jeans. On his left ring finger, this person was wearing Soo's wedding ring, the only ring in the whole world that matched his for they were a batch production.

"No, this wasn't Soo. This couldn't be Soo," he told himself.

"Is that him?" The doctor asked, and Jongin froze. He had to admit, this person wore the same cloths as Soo did when he fell down the cliff. The height and even the body build was the same. Still, Jongin rejected to believe that this was his Soo.