Minho and Jisung were soulmates, inseparable, soulmates. They were ment to be for eachother, everyone knew. They both met at a music festival where Minho was performing. Both hit it off instantly, becoming friends and then more.

It had been 2 months since Jisung died. He got caught in a street fight, ending up in 2 stab wounds in his chest and a few in his stomach. He died in Minhos arms on the street. Minho wasn’t the same after. Alone. Lost. He stopped eating, woke up crying almost every day, haunted by the emptiness where Jisung should have been. If he had got there faster, maybe Jisung would have been alive now. But he wasn’t.

He was dead. And Minho couldn’t do anything about it.

Minho sat in a coffee shop, silent, scrolling through his photos again. When Jisung was alive, happy.