It's been a week since Taekwoon left. Hakyeon was hurt. He tried to forget. It wasn't that easy because he wasn't prepared for his boyfriend's lost. He tried every single thing to make Taekwoon out of his mind. He only left one choice.

"Taekwoon-ah.. I want to join you up there.."

Hakyeon sobbed. He was hurt. Taekwoon died because of him.. It was all his fault. He thought he wanted to do the same as Taekwoon. He took out a razor while inhaling a sharp breath. Suddenly, he felt a gush of wind. It was strong. Soon, the lights flickered. The room became dark. Hakyeon was afraid of the dark. The dark always reminded Hakyeon of how Taekwoon used to cuddle him at night when he is afraid. Hakyeon shook in his spot violently. He felt a pair of hands cupping his wet face. It was familiar. Hakyeon grabbed the person's wrists and felt his hands. It was soft. Like Taekwoon's.

"W-who are you? Why are you doing this to me... Please stop..."   Hakyeon begged.

The person just whispered Hakyeon's name and hugged him. The hug was warm and comfortable. Hakyeon regconized that voice. He loves to listen to the voice on every nights like this whispering his name...

"Hakyeon please don't suicide... I will be upset..."  The voice said.

 Hakyeon was sure it was;

"Taekwoon... Is.. is that you?"

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A/N : Hey there i'm just bored so I came out with this idea sorry it was short I don't really know how write anyways xD hah~ Anyways what could you expect from a 12 year old i'm sure this story is boring xD //YAWNS//

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