I want him back, I want him back in my arms, I want him back in my bed, I want his kisses back, I want his body back, I want him back. 

But now he wouldn't even if he wanted to, he was gone as well as his heart. The only man he had ever love was missing, was gone, was... no. 

Jongin pushed himself up, he couldn't let Yixing die in his mind. No. He needed to find him. 

The world wasn't big enough for Jongin, he would find him even if took years. He would because he wants him back. 

Jongin tiringly eyed the soft waves in front of him, wrinkled sun-kissed hands moved to cover his eyes from the unforgiving sun, "I'm sorry, my love..." 

He tried to move but his body was too heavy now, his beating heart fading; "I'm sorry I couldn't bring you back home"