Dear Key,

Jonghyun had ripped another page from the notepad on his desk, and had been sitting, staring at the paper, for the past five hours, locked in the sanctum of his bedroom.

The room that you once shared with Key....

Shut up.

Key's gone.

And it's all your fault.

Just shut up.

Who are you kidding?

It's your fault.

He killed himself because of you.

Only you.

YOU were the reason.

"Shut up!" Jonghyun screamed at no one in particular, desperately trying to silence the voices in his head. He threw the notepad at the wall, screaming like a phsycopath.

Look what you've become, you pathetic waste.

No. I'm not.

Stop lying to yourself.

You were nothing without him.

He was everything to you.

You killed him.

He killed himself.

No. You had the choice to save him, yet you didn't.

They would....

They would what?

Pain... for both of us....

You think he didn't experience pain?

Loving someone he couldn't have?

I know what that feels like....

No. You don't.

You know nothing.

You are nothing.

Jonghyun stood, and walked from the room, out of the door, down the hallway, past the living room, and out of the door, closing it silently behind him.

When was the last time Key walked out of this door?

To buy sleeping pills.

You know that.

I refuse to believe it.

He's dead.

How much more do you need to be convinced?

Until I believe it.

You idiot, look where you've taken yourself.

Jonghyun found himself on the ledge of a bridge, where he and Key had come months before, laughing stupidly after a show. They'd won, as they usually did.

Jonghyun had told Key he'd loved Shin Se Kyung.

Key had asked Jonghyun what he'd do if he died.

"Don't even talk like that, you pabo. I'd die if you died," he'd said confidently, grasping Key's hand in his own and bringing it to his heart, as he'd done before.

His hands were bony and cold, not soft and warm as they usually were.

His phone buzzed. He picked it up, and sighed. "I'll see you later, Jonghyun," he'd said.

Jonghyun shouldn't have let him go. But he did.

Would they miss me if I just ended it now?

What to do?

Empty your pockets, a knife, some pills, a razor... pathetic.

Just.

Like.

You.

You are pathetic.

He's dead, and it's your fault.

Your fault.

You caused it.

You can't change it.

Had you written sooner, he could be alive.

But you didn't.

The pen and paper were there.

You didn't pick them up.

Whose fault is that?

Yours.

Buzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Jonghyun laughed.

Such a familiar scene.

He picked up his phone.

One New Message From: Shin Se Kyung.

Damn you, .

It's your fault he's dead.

Not mine.

Don't blame her, fool.

You told him you loved her.

It's your fault.

What the hell is so important for her to say to me right now?

Jonghyun opened the message.

Heard about Key. Are you alright?

No. I'm not ing alright.

I'm dying here.

I deserve to be dead.

Not Key.

I made the mistake.

Not Key.

I made my friend suffer.

Not Key.

Pathetic way of reaching out to me, Se Kyung, I've felt enough pain to know where it really comes from.

Jonghyun threw the phone into the lake, letting the tears fall.

I miss you.

Why'd you leave me alone?

I can't handle this.

My life.

Without you.

I can't deal with it.

Anything.

Just end it now, Jonghyun.

Nothing worth living for anymore.

Just jump.

It's easy.

We'll do it on the count of three.

1....

2....

3....

Jump.

And Jonghyun did.

He jumped, and let the icy water cradle his frame.

Was this feeling...

Freedom?

Peace?

Revenge?

Redemption?

It didn't matter.

Jonghyun's lungs were screaming for air that they weren't getting.

It was over.

For real.

A.N.: I got really positive feedback on "Dear Jonghyun,", so I wrote this sequel. Sorry if it .

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