Woohyun stands in the pouring rain. The raindrops pelt him mercilessly, but he still stands his ground. The dark gray gravestone in front of him is all wet and yet Woohyun feels that the drops of water are bouncing off the stone body, sparkling like angry diamonds. He’s probably imagining things, but he doesn’t worry about it too much.

Sungjong, can you hear me?

Everyone else is gone, the graveyard is deserted now. Sunggyu was with him for some time but then he left, unable to control the tears. He's probably taken cover under one of the big trees, stemming the flow of his tears. Sungjong’s parents were gone long ago. They’ll probably live cooped up in their rooms for a few days. Weeks, months maybe. Then they’ll go back to normal. Everything will go back to normal. Everyone will go back to normal. Nothing will be different.

No one will notice that Sungjong is missing. No one will miss the sound of his breathing. No one will miss the pull of gravity on him.

Sungjong will leave no voids. Except maybe for the one in Woohyun’s heart. Because Woohyun misses him already, and he knows it won’t get any better than this - the dull ache in his chest.

If you want to haunt me, now would be a good time to start. I wouldn’t mind I promise.

He touches the headstone. Apparently evil sinful people are not allowed to touch the sacred stone. The priest said so, while looking at Woohyun pointedly. Yes, the priest knows him. Somehow – he doesn’t exactly remember how. But he’s notorious so it’s not a surprise. Maybe his mother had talked to the priest about him.

He doesn’t care though. He will touch the stone as much as he wants, just like he touched Sungjong.

And he will miss him, even if no one else does.

But, deep down, he knows someone else will also miss him.

He doesn’t turn around when he hears footsteps behind him, even though the rain is pounding the ground noisily. He has been expecting him to come. There are questions he wants answered and he thinks Woohyun has the answers. He braces himself as the footsteps get closer.

A hand rests on his shoulder; he doesn’t turn around.

“You should go back now, Sungjong will be sad if you’re standing here like this.”

Anger hits the back of his throat like poison.

How do you know? How would you know? How much of Sungjong do you know?

“Woohyun, please. I know you love him but I’m his brother too and I know -”

“You know nothing!” Woohyun spits out despite his wish to not start a fight. But Sunggyu irks him too much, especially after the incident.

The hand moves away. He’s glad. He can breathe now.

“I know you loved him differently, not like a brother.”

Woohyun laughs.

Yeah that’s what you want to believe, because that’s what you believed anyways.

“So what?”

“Did you – take advantage of him?”

Woohyun doesn’t want to talk to Sunggyu anymore. He knows why he’s here.

Why doesn’t he just ask already and leave?

“So what if I did? I gave him his dying wish.”

Sunggyu closes in on him. He hears his sharp intake of breath.

“When? How -”

“Just shut up, I’m not interested.”

Wondering if he should just leave, he retracts his hand from the cold wet stone. At the same time, Sunggyu asks the question he’s been waiting to hear.

“Did you – were you the one who made up L? Was it your plan?”

“So what Sunggyu? I tried to give Sungjong happiness but you ruined the very little he had in life. You destroyed his everything. You quashed his dreams and even for his sake, you couldn’t be more considerate. I hate you really; Sungjong doesn’t but he should.”

He doesn’t hear Sunggyu leaving. He’s too busy checking his tears. At one point he gives up and lets the salt roll down his cheeks on the backs of the raindrops.

The rain slows down into a slight drizzle. Woohyun knows his eyes are red and he’s still standing in front of Sungjong’s grave.

He turns around at just the right moment. He’s facing Myungsoo.

“About time.”

Myungsoo looks like a mess. He is a mess. He looks like a ghost, but Woohyun doesn’t comment on that.

He lets Myungsoo stand in his place. Sungjong would be happy that Myungsoo visited his grave.

“I wish I got to know you Myungsoo, I wish I knew you, I wish I let Sungjong properly introduce you to me. I feel bad for not knowing you.”

Myungsoo shakes his head. Woohyun doesn’t know what his answer is. So he says that he’ll miss him.

“But you can hang out at my place, if you want to. I could use some company.”

Now that Sungjong is gone…and who better than someone Sungjong loved. Loves.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” Myungsoo’s voice is badly broken. Woohyun almost can’t make out what he’s saying. When he understands the questions he laughs loudly.

Why is he laughing so much today, of all days?

“He was my step-step brother. Of course I loved him.”

Myungsoo looks into his eyes pleadingly as if requesting him to understand his question. But Woohyun wouldn’t do that.

Finally Myungsoo speaks his mind.

“Not like that, you know you loved him, just like me.”

Woohyun shakes his head vigorously. A bit too vigorously. Myungsoo backs off as water droplets from Woohyun’s hair hit his face.

“I didn’t love him Myungsoo, I love him.”

I love him. Still now. Even now.

Right here, right now.

He lets the wind carry his word. He isn’t sure if Myungsoo heard him. He can’t be sure about anything anymore.

And he isn’t sure if Myungsoo said, “Me too.” Or maybe he just sighed.

But it doesn't bother him. He wonders if anything ever will anymore.

It didn’t matter anyways.

Nothing matters anymore.

Author's Note: Thank you so much subscribing, commenting, upvoting and generally sticking with the story till the end. It might not be the end you were hoping for, but maybe it is. Just use your imagination, and this might be the very story you wanted. :)