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Seungmin once jokingly said that Minho couldn’t live without Jisung but Jisung could live without Minho.
Now, as Jisung lays next to a freshly filled grave, his heart having broken into a million pieces then shattered into a billion smaller bits, he thinks Seungmin couldn’t have been more wrong.
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The accident was terrible. Minho and Felix had been on their way back to the dorms when they were hit head on. Minho had been driving, and when he attempted to swerve out of the way, it meant most of the collision was on his side of the vehicle. Felix made it out with some broken bones and bruises.
Minho didn’t even make it to the hospital.
All the members were inconsolable at the loss, but Jisung was beyond that. Completely broken. His best friend, his soulmate . Gone. Just like that.
The following days were a blur. Jisung did nothing but cry and sleep. When he tried to eat, he threw it back up so he stopped trying. Shutting down was easier.
Everyone did their best to support each other but the loss was palpable. Felix couldn’t stop breaking into tears about how unfair it was that he was still here. Every time he so much as looked at Jisung, his tears would start again to the point he needed to be sedated. After all, Felix was the one Jisung had confided in about how in love with Minho he was.
Felix was the one who knew Jisung hadn’t gotten the chance to say it.
The funeral was a blur, something small and tucked away. Secretive, so as to not have fans showing up. This wasn’t for them. This was for family and friends.
The ceremony was beautiful, even though most of it Jisung couldn’t see because of the tears in his eyes. When the casket was lowered into the ground, he felt as if his own soul was going with it.
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Every day since the funeral, Jisung has come to the grave. The therapist the company got for the team has told him it will take time to heal, but Minho wouldn't want him to carry on like this. He doesn’t care; he just wants to be with Minho.
The air is chilly as it whips around him, but he doesn’t care. It’s 11:59 pm on October 24th. He rests a hand atop the dirt of the grave, tears sliding down his face. “I love you,” he whispers, then closes his eyes.
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When the group had woken up to find Jisung missing the next morning, they immediately set out to search for him.
It’s Chan who arrives at the cemetery, practically sprinting down the path. The relief that washes over him when he sees the figure at the graveside calms him. However, when he reaches out to shake Jisung awake, Jisung doesn’t move.
Chan’s heart is in his throat, he shakes harder, calls Jisung’s name. Nothing.
A trembling hand finds its way to Jisung’s neck, checking, then double checking, triple checking .
There’s nothing. No pulse.
A heartbroken wail pierces through the early morning air as Chan gathers Jisung’s body into his arms, sobbing.