Waking up to make Sungyeol coffee. Pressing a sticky note with a heart drawn on it into the front of Sungyeol’s wallet. Texting him sappy endearments while at work. Dropping by his office to pick him up on the way home. Leaning his head against his shoulder as they sit in front of the television watching late night game shows.

In response to his affections all he receives is silence. A shaky looking Sungyeol with a pulse beating far too strongly in comparison to Myungsoo’s deathly still one.

“You need to let him go,” Sunggyu will tell him, looking sad and worried for his friend. Sungyeol shoots him a look.

“But he isn’t gone.”