So fragile is the heart that when it breaks it does not rip nor tear. It shatters, as if all this time it had been frozen. Then as time pushes forward the pieces remain pristine, and sharp as they carve into the body's inner walls slowly inch by inch. They proceed to destroy the rest of you from the inside like a malignant tumor. No longer is the heart a heart, for it has melted away. Yet still the pieces remains where some lonely fool could messily glue them back together with false hope, but the structure will never be regained. The heart can never be a heart again, for it's owner has retracted, taking away what held it with enough care to never scratch. Instead they abused it, and left the mess inside that lead to demise of the victim.

Taemin wept as he discovered his beloved Jonghyun. His stare as cold as the snow that covered the ground outside. His hands were just as frozen too. As he knelt beside the stiffened corpse of his lost love, he his cheek as if to bring warmth back to him. He wished so desperately to bring back his warmth. The warmth that embraced him when he was upset, and told him that things would be okay. The warmth that soothed all the pain of lonely years past. The warmth that gave his heart shape again, after long been shrivelled to bitterness. For hours he laid in bed beside Jonghyun, holding him close. He had shut Jonghyun's eyes to give him the appearence of a peaceful slumber. And he had wiped the tears that had stuck to Jonghyun's cheeks when he took his own life.

Their fingers intertwined as he held hands with the desolate body beside him. It was not until the morning came that he finally let go. He knew he couldn't keep Jonghyun's death a secret forever, and could not keep his body forever. As much as he wished hard that Jonghyun would come back to him, there was no chance at all of that. So, he looked around to try to figure out what caused this mess. Papers were scattered all over the room, some crumpled, some torn, some stained with tears. A safe laid cracked open beside the bed, so he peered inside out of curiosity. Inside was nothing but a few dried up rose petals.

As Taemin scanned over the desk briefly, a handful of letters caught his eye enough that he had to look back over them. They were all letters from Kibum. Slowly, he bit down harder on his lip with every word he read. Each letter drew more and more tears from his eyes, and when he read the last one his tears turned evermore bitter with rage. "You did this to him.... Jonghyun wouldn't have done this to himself if you hadn't been such a heartless harlot!", he muttered angrily to himself. The last letter crumpled in Taemin's hand as he clutched it furiously in a fist. If only he had known about this. If Jonghyun would've let him into his world enough to tell him how Kibum tore him up inside. Then he could've helped him. Jonghyun could've gotten over Kibum, and realized that Taemin was here for him all along. He felt so stupid now for not realizing how desperately his love had needed help. 

It was all because of those damned drugs. He thought they would make him feel better as he watched his love obsess over another man, but while they made him feel better Jonghyun only had worsened. He vowed from then on to never touch even alcohol again. Drugs are what had taken Jonghyun away from him after all. He had found an empty pill bottle in Jonghyun's left hand when he discovered him lying stiff on the bed.

What puzzled Taemin though was the boquet of roses that laid on the desk beside the letters. A pink ribbon was wrapped around them tied in a bow, and they looked even more perfect than store bought roses. They looked as if freshly plucked from the bush just moments ago. He wondered if someone had perhaps seen Jonghyun before him, and set the roses there as if to pay respect to him. There was no note, nor card or explanation attached to them. They just laid there in such pristine condition. He could tell something was off about them. It didn't seem like time could affect them. They just looked like they'd never age a second. They were just so magical looking and perfect. He felt he should take them, but knew it wouldn't be right. Those roses were Jonghyun's, and he would never steal from his soulmate.