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How many months has it been since Jaejoong’s death? 5 months? 6 months?

Although you could talk now, you were quieter than usual and hardly ever smiled. There was no life in your eyes. As much as your aunt and Eunsuh tried to comfort you, you couldn’t be. You stopped by Midnight which was closed down. You sighed and carried onto Yunho’s club.

“Hey.” He softly smiled, “How are you?”

“Good.” You whispered the lie.

Yunho knew that, too, “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the cemetery?”

You nodded.

“Okay then…good luck.” He waved.

You bowed and left. You took a cab to the cemetery. You had buried Jaejoong next to his mother since you knew he would’ve wanted that. You placed flowers on both their graves. You bowed to Mrs. Kim’s grave, “Hello, omonim. I hope you’ve been well. Spring is coming.”

You slowly walked up to Jaejoong’s grave and knelt down in front of him. You gently patted the grassy mound, “Jaejoong oppa…” *I wanted to call you this so much. It’s unfair how my voice comes back after you’re not able to hear it anymore.* Tears welled up in your eyes. You squeezed the grass longingly, “Oppa, I miss you so much. Every day without you…they’re not worth it all. I wish you could’ve taken me with you.” You began to sob for the umpteenth time that