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Mingi's POV:
"Yunho!"
"Yes Mingi?" He looked up to me with wide eyes, I could've sworn I've seen a sparkle of excitement flashing through his soul as he waited for me to show him what I made.
"Look! This is the dragon slasher 300, and will help us save the princess!!" I exclaimed, raising my self made wooden sword in the air and waved the object around.
"What are you talking about, exactly? Shouldn't you be the princess? I always help you whenever you get hurt." Yunho laughed at that, not taking me seriously. It kind of upsetted me, I couldn't lie to you if I wanted.
So I flopped down next to him into the soft grass, and rolled onto my back, looking up to the blue skies and fluffy clouds that seemed to pass by slowly. "You're no fun, Yuyu."
Yunho followed my movements, also falling back into the soft grass, and sighed, as if life was really that deep at eight years old. "Sorry, then."
"No need to say sorry. Mommy told me you should only be sorry if you did something that would make me cry. You didn't make me cry." I reassured my friend, then tilted my head towards him.
"Yunho, do you think we will stay together forever?"
Yunho nodded heavily, flashing me a dorky smile. He was missing two teeth, that soon would replace with an "adult tooth", or at least, that's what my mom told me. I didn't start changing teeth yet, for some reason, but when I asked my mother, she told me I should just be patient, '𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.'
I scooped closer to Yunho, and pressed a soft, wet peck against Yunho's cheek. I don't know why I did it, maybe cause Yunho looked so pretty and peaceful under the light of the sun and just looked too good to not have been kissed.
The other didn't flinch, he just blinked in surprise, but didn't push me away or anything.
As suddenly a wet droplet fell on my face. I shot up, gasping dramatically, as I brushed my trousers off to clear it off any dust or ground. "It's gonna rain! The last one inside will be an rotten tomato!"
"Hey, that's unfair, you were already standing!" Yunho giggled, also jumping up to run back inside of my mother's house. He was just a few steps behind me when it really started pouring down, out of nowhere. It was as if the angry, grey clouds were just there to ruin our beautiful afternoon in the warm, slightly damp grass together.
Little did I know, the rain could've ruined way more things then just a soft afternoon.
18 years later.
Yunho.
We're still together, after all those years.
I smiled to him, only he didn't quite seem to return the brightness I was showing to the guy I loved most.
If I had to, I couldn't be able put our relationship into words, currently. It was... Complicated.
"𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴," I would always tell everyone, and I'd usually get the response that it would be past tense. No clue why they're saying that, but alright.
Pushing my chair back in the old cottage village house me and Yunho had moved into, I smiled to him, and took his hand. "Let's go on a run? Just like old times."
Yunho nodded, also standing up, letting out a breathy sigh. His hand felt slightly too light in my hand, but I didn't take note of it as I pulled him out of the house.
The sun was setting, the sky coloring a beautiful, warm orange. I felt him intertwine his fingers with mine, as we stood in front of out yard to take in the outstretched gorgeous view of the golden hour. "I wish I could stay here forever, with you, Yunho." I sighed out, turning to the other, who still refused to answer. He wasn't feeling bright today, hm? The least I could do is cheer him up, then!
"Last one on the hill is a rotten tomato!" Of course, nothing much changed, I would still always be the one to cheat a little with our little race and game, immediately letting go off his hand in order to sprint forward.
"Mingi!" Yunho's voice was right behind me, but I kept running.
The wind brushed through my brown locks, even though my legs were almost moving on it's own, I didn't feel out of breath or any such thing. Maybe cause I knew Yunho and I would stay together forever, grow old together, and die next to each other's sides.
So, I didn't stop when I heard Yunho call my name once more. It couldn't hurt, he was just trying to catch up with me and win the race.
"Mingi, you need to stop running, from reality!" The other had apparently caught up with me, and I felt my wrist yanked back, and I could finally stop in my tracks, turning to face Yunho.
"Mingi, you need to wake up- I'm not real. I'm 𝘯𝘰𝘵 here."
"Mingi!"
Mingi sat up in the bed, but he was immediately pushed back with two strong hands, and let out a strangled cry.
His hands shot up to grab the forearms, tears running down his cheeks as he tried his best to not just scream out. Another pair of hands kept his wrists pinned down so he couldn't punch someone in the face.
"Yunho, where is he?!" He asked, but only try and focus his blurry gaze to crying Seonghwa in front of him in the side of his bed, with Jongho and San holding him down with concerned expressions on their faces, obviously suppressing their actual emotions.
"Mingi, sweetheart, we don't want to call the doctor to take care of you." Seonghwa said, his voice soft spoken as ever, but his dark eyes were shimmering with salty tears now. "Just take deep brea-"
"No, fucking hell! Yunho, he- he should be with me!-" Mingi chokes out, genuinely sounding inhumane with the amount of rage that came with the roughness and power of his voice, trying to get out of the bed again, but Jongho and San held him down steadily. Mingi's head throbbed with a stinging headache as he hopelessly tried to push the two off him.
"You need to calm down." San murmured. He hated seeing his friend like this, he couldn't even bare looking him in the eye, so he just focused on the pain of Mingi's names digging into his skin.
But Mingi felt a thousand times worse then that. His skin was crawling, and was only whimpering out pleas that sounded like Jeong Yunho's name over and over again. He eventually lost strength to struggle and squirming around, his eyes filling with tears as he relaxed his tensed muscles, and Jongho and San could loosen their grip as Seonghwa gestures Mingi to follow his breathing pattern.
"He's not...𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥." Mingi whispers while shaking his head, a rolling down his face, having to force his words out due the lump stuck in his throat. "I saw him...."
Seonghwa let out a soft sigh. His head dropping, while Jongho brushed his thumb softly over the valley of Mingi's wrist to calm him down a little.
Ever since the car accident happened, Mingi had been having these 'dreams' that would slowly but surely turn into the nightmare called 'reality' where Yunho had been hit by a car. It wasn't an instant death, he had been diagnosed being brain dead at first, but eventually his family decided to cut off the life support, and organize a funeral for the twenty six years old man.
It has all been too sudden. For everyone.
But it was especially rough on Mingi. No one, would know if Mingi would ever be able to move on from losing his so called soulmate at such early age. He couldn't deal with it, and would soon start his first therapy sessions.
The panic attacks were the worst, the way he couldn't breathe unless he listened to Yunho's songs he used to sing while Mingi laid on top of his lap with the back of his head while Yunho would card his fingers through his soft hair.
Only, remembering things like that could help him to cope, but also make things worse.
He would have to find a few way to move on from the death of Jeong Yunho. Only he didn't know if he would ever figure out how to live with the regret of forgetting to tell Yunho the most important thing.
Cause he from everything he ever talked about, was irrelevant.
The only thing Mingi ever wanted to tell Yunho, was the fact that he missed him.
And loved him. Truly, dearly, throughout any universe they could've possibly met in.
So, maybe not this universe, but maybe in another life, a different timeline.