A FUNERAL

Death has always haunted Jongin more than he would ever admit. It has a way of sneaking it’s cold grip around everyone he loved and dragged them away to a place he could no longer reach. He is well acquainted with death and the dying - so much so it has a numbing effect on him. Whatever hurt he is supposed to feel is buried deep inside his chest and locked away to be laid forgotten.

He knows Sehun is the one who scoots next to him. He is dressed respectively in black and if this was not Jongin’s mother funeral he might find him handsome. But, for now, everything just looks dreary - it looks hopeless. The reception is loud and family is scattered about discussing Mrs. Kim’s best memories over an assortment of food. Jongin thinks it looks like a circus, a jumble of madness. He still half expects his eyes to open and his mother to be there disapprovingly scolding him for behaving so rudely. She is not. He cannot bring himself to care.

Sehun does not say anything and honestly, there is not much he could possibly say. Jongin appreciates he does not force something to fill the silence between them. Instead he just wraps his arm around Jongin to remind him he is there, he is not going to fade away, and despite the turbulence in Jongin’s mind Sehun would always remain in reach. It is enough to weigh Jongin’s head down to the crook of Sehun’s neck and shoulder taking a deep breath to release all the stress, al