It was odd. That was Junhyung’s first thought as he walked into the funeral hall. Sure, it was grand and full with people, a sea of black, paying their last respect to the previous head of Kims family. But that was it. You would expect a solemn atmosphere, it was a funeral anyway. But that was it, everyone was there just to fulfil their responsibilities, none of them actually felt anything about his death.

Junhyung bowed solemnly in front of the coffin, dragging his eyes slowly at the picture. It was an old picture and he was glad for it. From the time when Sunggyu’s smile still reached his eyes, when his laughter was so vibrant, before the world ruined him. Junhyung broke into a small smile, even in death, his enemy needed to win. He had purposely ordered for that picture, much to Junhyung’s annoyance. One of the weirdest experiences he had, planning a funeral with the person next to him.

Junhyung turned to his right to bow to the family members and almost jumped when he looked at Sunggyu’s brother. He might as well be Sunggyu, in his black suit and the cold look Junhyung had gotten used getting from Sunggyu. His face was emotionless but Junhyung saw the anger and rage in those hazel eyes. Junhyung wanted to shook him, make him cry, bawling, anything but this cold façade. His brother was dead but he was standing there like a statue, lost from the world.

Next to him was the man Junhyung noted as Sunggyu’s husband. Sunggyu used to brag about how hand