It supposes to be a good day for Kim Sunggyu. Busy with their own job, he and Nam Woohyun only have weekend to meet each other. That day, same as the previous weekends, Sunggyu waits for the so-called best friend of his on the park entrance. They will have brunch prepared by Woohyun, and then walk around the city or go to a new place they never visited before. All while chat about their days and nothing.

Sunggyu stands on the tip of his toes as he waits impatiently for Woohyun, can’t wait to see the younger and then feed the swans in the lake nearby like Woohyun has promised him. Woohyun insists the swans need more nutrition, and apparently breadcrumbs from them will be perfect. Heck, Sunggyu doesn’t care at all with the swans, as long as he can spend more time with the younger baker he doesn’t care what kind of activity they do.

Minutes pass, but Woohyun’s nose still unseen. The young florist then decides to come after the younger after waits for more than one hour. It’s not Woohyun’s nature to make Sunggyu waits this long, and Sunggyu’s mind starts run some possible scenarios. Overslept is his first guess, of Woohyun wakes till late in preparing the breadcrumbs last night. Forget the time is Sunggyu’s next suspicion, of Woohyun becomes too excited cook their brunch.

But what not expected by Sunggyu is Woohyun’s mother cries and throws herself on Sunggyu once she spots him on her doorstep. “Sunggyu, oh Sunggyu…” she whimpers and hugs the young man tight.

It’s not because he is not close with Woohyun’s mother that make his arms feel limp as he tries to hug her back, but because of the sudden lump in his throat and his chest feels tight. Through his alarmed brain, he can sense something terrible has just happened. The house full with people, he recognizes some face as Woohyun’s neighbors, people not gather for nothing, right?

In between unclear words in Woohyun’s mother sobs, Sunggyu catches some phrases that he wishes he heard it wrongly.

“Woohyun… don’t know… so sudden… stiff… this morning… in his bed…”

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An entry for: Welcome To Our Dream Writing Contest

Prompt: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference – Robert Frost.

More or less inspired by this twitter conversation