lee minho, is your late best friend. he died unexpectedly last week. you were still in shock, and trying your best to cope. you wrote in your diary, as a coping mechanism.

you were re-reading what you wrote, making sure there was no errors or typos, but something didn’t seem right.

none of it made sense, at all. minho quite literally loved his life. he had so many friends. and he hated the forest. why would he go and “kill himself in a forest”? this didn’t make sense.