The Day of Mourning

“Hello?”

“Sir, we lost the older twin, the younger has perished just like you requested.”

“I don’t want you’re your noses in my office until the older one perishes as well.”

“Understood.”

That morning, Youngmin awoke from the bright sun warming the earth. His eyes opened and he instinctively, looked to his right –Kwangmin’s bed- it was a mess, sheets over turned and pillow in a demented form it looked like as if Kwangmin had just woken up and was down stairs having breakfast. He knew that it wasn’t the case, though. Not after holding Kwangmin’s limp body in his arms, not after taking in his ice cold, pale, form, and not after crying his heart out with Donghyun and the others. He knew Kwangmin wouldn’t be downstairs enjoying breakfast. Kwangmin would be in a cheap, last minute, casket. He would be lowered into the earth with a tomb stone and dirt would be thrown onto the cheap box with his body in it. Youngmin would be in a suit and tie and he would be forced to watch his brother, his twin, his other half be forever buried within mother natures grasp.

He slowly got out of bed and went down stairs to find his parents silently setting the table. They were wearing black and the breakfast looked like it was missing something or someone. Youngmin knew what was missing; Kwangmin. His cheerful smile, his bright aura, and his presence was missing. Kwangmin would always be happy in the morning, Youngmin sometimes wished he wouldn’t be so cheerful in the morning, but now he wished to see that cheerful and happy face.

The family ate in silence, a mournful silence. Youngmin ate his eggs in silence that is until he heard something, a voice, hyung…Youngmin hyung…The boy was paralyzed, ‘that voice, Kwangmin?’ he thought. “Youngmin, is everything ok?” Mr. Jo asked. The younger boy nodded and continued to eat his breakfast.

After he finished, Youngmin went to his room and sat on his bed, head in his hands he tried to not breakdown, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t hold in the tears, but he could hold in the sobs, ‘Kwangmin, I’m so sorry, if I didn’t make you wait for me, then this wouldn’t have happened.’ Don’t cry Youngmin hyung Youngmin’s head shot up out of his hands and looked around the room. It was empty. Youngmin gulped, “Kwangmin?” Ne hyung? The boy blinked. He came to the conclusion that he was hallucinating, that he missed his brother so much that he is now hearing his voice.

When it was time for the funeral, Youngmin dressed in his suit and was fixing his tie in the mirror. He looked at himself and sighed he lost his happiness. Kwangmin was his only reason to smile and be happy. Now that he’s gone, he lost that reason. His eyes lost that shine, he had fallen into a deep depression, and he found himself becoming lonely. After checking himself in the mirror for the final time, he turned and became face to face with Kwangmin’s bed. He sat down on the bed and caressed the sheets. His eyes quickly became glazed with unshed tears. He looked at the nightstand where Kwangmin’s Pikachu clock stood, he hated that thing so much, but now he wanted to hear that annoying Pikachu song because it woke Kwangmin up, it won’t be waking anybody anymore. He noticed a small book placed under the clock. He lifted the clock enough so he could take the book out. It was just a brown book. Curiosity took over and he carefully opened the book. The first page just had Kwangmins name, but the next page said, in permanent marker, this is a personal book, please do not read. Youngmin smirked a little, it would be just like his twin to write something like this. He couldn’t help it he turned the page and was shocked, it was a diary. He didn’t know Kwangmin had a diary, he always thought that Kwangmin read a book before bed, guess not. He paged through the book until he came across an entry that was written a few days before he died, it was short and simple

‘I want to tell Youngmin hyung how much I love him, as my brother, but I can’t because he’s always off with one of the girls at school so I couldn’t get the opportunity to tell him, but I will tell him. Even though he feels like he doesn’t need to say it, I want to say it. He truly is a great brother. Thank you for everything Youngmin hyung, I love you. That’s how I’ll say it, keke. Well good night, I’ll write tomorrow too!

-Kwangmin’

Youngmin softly shut the book and closed his eyes some of the tears that he tried to hold in dripped down his cheeks and onto the book cover.

“Kwangmin.” He uttered out sadly. He clutched the book to his chest and held it tightly.

“Youngmin, come its time to go, son!” His father called from down stairs. Youngmin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand; he placed the book back on the table,

“Coming dad!” he replied back. He made his way down stairs and smiled at his parents, they were also dressed in black, they embraced each other and headed off to their funeral.