Seokjin thanked Daejung for the picture, expecting him to leave, but the man didn't.
He spun back around and handed him something else.

A zipped file which contained two separate photos. Jin took both of them out and placed them down on the coffee table beside him.

There was a brief moment of silence before a half-hearted smile appeared across Jin's face. A smile that hasn't seen the light of day ever since his brother's passing.

"These are beautiful..."

His friend left afterwards, and Seokjin headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Once he made it to the bed, he placed the two pictures close to his chest and rested his body on the soft sheets, feeling the loneliness start to consume him in his cold bed.

"You could have been here with me right now, Hyunseok.

You missed out on so much...

These past few months have been hell without you. Mom and dad secretly divorced each other, but insisted that we had nothing to do with their fallout.

Jimin tried to set Sin-X on fire after finding out that you killed Mister Jang. He's currently in jail right now, and paying for his wrongdoings.

My eyesight is back for good, but I still get terrible migraine headaches that never go away, as well as the nightmares I have of you. In some you die by getting shot, and in others you call out my name but I can't speak to answer you.

The only reason I've been this strong up until now is thanks to Namjoon. But sometimes, I feel like we're drifting away as well, just like mom and dad.

He's been acting strange lately, as if there's something occupying his mind. He never comes home with me and always makes up an excuse to stay at work overtime.

I get it: He owns a company with a "high prestige" and he can't simply come home for one night because it would "ruin his projects". Projects that he's been "working on" for months.

Something tells me that work isn't the reason behind Namjoon's absence towards me. I think it's something else.

Better said... "Someone else". It's true, I think that he found a new soulmate and he's just waiting to drop the bomb on me at any given moment.

I'm not ready to lose him too. I already lost you, and the day you left me... You scarred my heart, permanently, Hyunseok.

If you were with me right now, I would set my pride aside and hold you tight. I would do anything to have you back.

I would give it all up, even Namjoon... If it means I could have you back in my life, I would do anything.

And in the end I can't do nothing at all. Because nothing will bring you back to me.

... How much more can I take, until my lungs collapse from the amount of tears I have backed up in them?

How much longer can I last without you, Hyunseok...

You're right, I can't." Seokjin's thoughts and the loneliness within the depressing apartment got the best of him, and he ended up walking outside, in the patio.

Being outside of the house was somewhat soothing to him, and just when he was starting to get rid of the sad thoughts in his head, a family walked by him, holding two adorable, young boys in either side of their hands.

The boys were both twins, and instantly reminded Seokjin of Hyunseok and himself with his parents.

"Haha! Hey, stop swinging from our arms, you two! You're so energetic, woah!!"

"Let's play a little more, mom!" Seeing their parents smile.

"Can we?? Pleaseeee!! I wanna keep playing with Yejun hyung!" Hearing how happy the kids were.

"Alright, one more time. We can go to the playground one more time!" The excitement filling the air left sadness in Seokjin's heart when the family happily raced towards a mini playground near their neighborhood.

The couple looked so young and full of life. And the children appeared to be in their own little world, laughing until their stomachs ached and the tear duct within their eyes were draining with pure joy.

Joy is something Seokjin too wished he felt right now, when seeing the happy-go-lucky family, bonding with each other.

But what he felt was a sharp pain suddenly strike his chest, that lead him to fall down to his knees, hyperventilating. Sooner or later, his eyes got cloudy and the man found himself swearing at the sky, unintentionally blaming God, and his own self once more, for Hyunseok's death.

"Couldn't you just have taken me!! God, just take me now! If I would have just known that Hyunseok was going to die in order for me to have been saved, then I would have chosen to die instead!" The words coming out of his mouth were words that Seokjin himself couldn't comprehend, but he did mean them.

The guilt in his head was killing him, and the worst part of it all, was the way it was leaving him alive to slowly torture him, daily.

Namjoon thought that Seokjin had forgotten all about his blame towards Hyunseok's death, but the blame had gotten worse.

His mind was blank and wasn't coping with him at all, so he mindlessly ran back into the house, ignoring the amount of weird looks he had gotten by a few strangers, and well-known neighbors around him.

"A few weeks ago, I contemplated in whether or not taking this decision, when my wound was still fresh and bleeding.

A few days ago, Namjoon made me laugh, without my body consenting of the happiness it had consumed within each unnecessary smile and meaningless cackle.

A few nights ago, I glared at a sharp, silver object, that caught my attention when my mind was flooding with guilt.

A few hours ago, I was holding onto Namjoon as his lips softly brushed against mine as a goodbye when heading off to work.

A few minutes ago I didn't have the confidence to do this, because my fear was restraining my body from proceeding to do any harm to myself.

A few seconds ago, my fear negotiated a deal with my body, and lead me towards a house I was familiar with, but couldn't see due to the amount of tears that were fogging my vision.

In this moment, I'm lying on the ground, feeling... Dizzy.

In this moment, I look to my side and see a drop of blood stain the floor when my arm collided against the cold kitchen tiles.

In this moment, I can see a man hovering above my body, as I struggle with my vision to see this person. "Seokjin! Seokjin, wake up! We're going to be late!!"

His words empowered my anemic body, and gave me enough strength to feel him grip onto my waist with one hand, and place my arm around his shoulders.

His formal suit was perfect. Not a single stain, wrinkle, or imperfection appeared on it.

My feet felt light, but my heart felt heavy, when looking at the person straight in the eye, and hearing his voice.

"We're almost home, Seok 1."

"I knew you wouldn't leave me, Seok 2."

We meet again, Kim Hyunseok...

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