Note : This chapter is totally from Big Seunghyun POV

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“Hyung...”

Hearing the faint voice of my dongsaeng, I looked up from the alcohol I was holding. It was Yongbae who was standing in front of me. I sighed as he took the seat beside me. Without any words exchanged, he grabbed the alcohol bottle from my hand. I thought he was going to scold me as he always does when Jiyong and I sipped the alcoholic liquid. Yongbae was always hated us for damaging our health with the ‘poison liquid’ as he always quoted.

But right now, in front of my eyes, Yongbae gulped down the alcoholic drink in one shot. I was surprised myself. Yongbae was actually joining me in damaging our health with alcohol in the broad daylight.

“Yongbae...” I called him softly and he ignored my whisper. He kept drinking from the bottle roughly. I couldn’t stand anymore as I grabbed the bottle from his hand rudely. “Stop it, Dong Yongbae. What do you think you’re doing?” I scolded him. Does he really want to kill himself by alcohol? Everybody knows how weak Yongbae when it comes to alcohol. Hell, even one glass can already made the latter drunk.

“Just let me drink, hyung... Please...” Yongbae was begging me desperately. “I need the drink.”

“Do you really think by drinking can heal the pain, Bae? It’ll only temporarily make you forget about your pain. It doesn’t mean the pain will go away.” I comforted my dongsaeng.

“But it hurts... It hurts so much, hyung...” Yongbae cried out as I naturally pulled him in my embrace. “I can’t, hyung. I can’t bear the pain in my heart. I can’t... It’s so damn hurt...” Yongbae kept pouring out his heart in my embrace.

I sighed deeply as I felt my tears naturally wet my face. My dongsaeng Yongbae; he has always been very strong among us. He rarely shed tears in front of us; he always kept telling himself to be strong for us; he’s like the mother figure for us. Yongbae will always put us above of everything in his life; he has been the strong pillar for the dongsaengs.

And I will always feel thankful for him. When I couldn’t hold the weight our parents left for me, Yongbae was always been one to share it with me. Without Yongbae, I wasn’t sure If I could ever lead my family, my brothers. Without Yongbae, I couldn’t even sure I can be a good hyung to our dongsaengs.

“Why? Why maknae? Why it should be him? Why, hyung? Why is God so cruel towards us; towards me?” Yongbae desperate question snapped me out of my thoughts as I was speechless and don’t know what to answer him.

Maknae... My maknae has left me. My maknae has left me forever.

“Maybe because we aren’t good enough for maknae that God has decided to take him away from us as the punishment.” I replied my dongsaeng hopelessly.

“I miss maknae so much... I miss him so much...”

“We all miss him, Bae...” my last confession turned both of us into deep sadness as we cried in each other’s embrace, crying our hearts out of the sadness of losing our precious maknae.

“Hyung, why do we have the same name?” Ten years old maknae asked his eldest hyung when they were taking minutes break after the bicycle lesson the eldest gave to the youngest.

“Why?