It had never dawned to us that lives were so fragile; you could lose it in a second. You can gain a life as easily as you could lose one. Woohyun was always one who liked to play life on the edge. There were never enough thrills in the world but all that had stopped. That was when he met Sungjong.

Unlike him, Sungjong played everything safe. He was too cautious which would annoy the older sometimes. However, seeing the younger with his petit body, his soft eyes and bright smile, he knew he had to be careful when it came valuing his life.

 

 

 

"Sungjong!" Woohyun shouted from the other side of the road, waving his hands like a maniac whilst trying to get the younger's attention. Sungjong felt the need to tease the older and ignored him, pretending as if he wasn't there.

 

 

 

"SUNGJONG!" Woohyun shouted again, this time way louder earning a few glares and glances towards him from random strangers but he brushed it off. He didn’t care about them; all he could see was Sungjong’s beautiful face right in front of him.

 

 

 

"LEE SUNGJONG!" He shouted once last time with all his might. Sungjong could have sworn that would have broken the decibel charts. Not wanting to be embarrassed any longer, he turned his head and pouted at the older. The little man turned green on the traffic lights and Sungjong proceeded closer to Woohyun.

 

 

 

"Hyung! What are you doing screaming like an idiot?!" Sungjong brought his hand up and smacked Woohyun in the side of his arm. The older hissed and rubbed the injury, going a hurtful look towards the younger.

 

 

 

"You didn't hear me the first time so I shouted louder!" He pouted. Sungjong sighed. Sometimes he would wonder if he was really the eldest out of the two of them.

 

 

 

"Let's go." He turned around and walked on, only to have his wrist get grabbed by Woohyun. He turned his head back at the older when Woohyun lifted his arm up to Sungjong's face.

 

 

 

"You broke it! You have to fix it with a kiss!" Sungjong stared at him for a while with disbelief. Did a 23 year old really ask him to kiss his boo boo better? This cannot be happening.

 

 

 

"Fine..." He leaned down to Woohyun's arm slowly, puckering his lips slightly. Woohyun was wearing a long sleeved, blue and pink shirt which was rolled up. He was waiting for Sungjong's soft lips to come in contact with his arm only to have a strike of pain emerge through his body.

 

 

 

"Ahhh!" Woohyun moved away from Sungjong and jumped up and down, clutching his arm. Sungjong smiled and stuck his tongue out.

 

 

 

"Y-you bit me!" He pointed his finger at the younger as he watched him giggle and clutching his stomach.

 

 

 

"That's your fault for being so greasy!" He turned around and walked further on, skipping his way away from Woohyun.

“Aren’t you coming?” He asked, bringing his hand out to the oldest. Woohyun’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the younger’s hand. He gladly took it and pulled him into a tight hug.

 

 

 

“Let’s go! I’m sure your parents are waiting.” He pulled onto Sungjong’s hand, swinging it side to side as they made with way to their next location. Sungjong couldn’t help but feel happy that the older was accompanying him to his parent’s gravestones. Yes, they were currently going to a cemetery.

Sungjong’s family were killed by the government as they were part of a rebel group looking for a revolution in the land of South Korea. They were known as the ‘Reaps’, they went by the saying of ‘As you sow, so shall you reap.’ The less formal way, ‘You reap what you sow.’ they tried to get the government to realise their mistakes and to stop it. They wanted a revolution and they truly believed it would happen. However, that all stopped when their leader, who happened to Sungjong's father was killed by the CIA as they were too much of a threat for the government. Sungjong was 10 at the time. He didn't know much about the 'Reaps' but was still branded as a threat. Luckily for him, he managed to get smuggled out of the firing lines before anything happened to him. The man who smuggled him out was Woohyun's father who was also part of the rebel group. He never spoke much about them to Woohyun after they disbanded but every now and then, his father would sit him down and tell him how great of a man Sungjong's father was, even during the last moments of his life. 

Sungjong was now 19 and a healthy young boy who was soon coming 20. He lived with the Nam family for 9 years now.  Woohyun could still remember when Sungjong became part of their family. He was a small, fragile looking baby who slowly gained the title of being a 'brat'. Despite all that, Woohyun still loved him, no matter what he didn't or didn't do.

 

 

 

'Can we stop by the flower store?" Sungjong tugged Woohyun's hand, the other pointing at a small flower store which was painted white with brightly coloured flowers scattered around the place. Woohyun looked over at it before giving him a nod. A smile crept up his lips as Sungjong jumped up and down, running over to the small store named 'Felicity's Wishes’. 

The sound of a bell was heard as Sungjong opened the door. The string smell of the flowers immediately hit Woohyun's nose as he took another deep breath in to engage such a sweet, floral smell.

 

 

 

"Hello and welcome to Felicity's Wishes, how might I help you?" One of the workers came over and greeted them with a small smile. He had short, dark brown hair and even Woohyun has to admit, he was really good looking. He was taller than the both of them and hand a black apron tied around his waist. He wore nothing too extravagant but rather plain in his eyes. A white top and blue jeans with a silver chain wrapped around his neck finished off the worker's attire.

 

 

 

"Ummm... Can I have 5 white daisies please?" Sungjong asked the man.

 

 

 

"Sure! Coming right up!" They watched as he man began looking through the flower bins and picking out 5 white daisies. Sungjong watched closely as the man began wrapping it up in yellow paper, finishing it with a yellow ribbon on the front.

"That will be $7 please." Sungjong happily paid and brought the bouquet of flowers close to him. The man couldn't help but smile at the cuteness of the younger and grabbed another flower. 

"For you, a present for beings first time buying here at Felicity's Wishes." 

 

 

 

"Thank you..."

 

 

 

"Myungsoo"

 

 

 

"Thank you Myungsoo hyung!" Sungjong took the yellow flower from Myungsoo 'a hands, earning a wink from him which caused the younger to blush slightly. Myungsoo chuckled and lifted his hand up and ruffled Sungjong's hair, musing it up a bit. Woohyun didn't like it one bit. No one touches Sungjong without his permission. Screw it! No one touches Sungjong except for him! 

 

 

 

"Come on now! We have a train to catch." Woohyun hurried Sungjong along. The younger nodded before bidding Myungsoo farewell, leaving the small flower store with Woohyun closely behind him. Of course, without Woohyun giving a glare back at the worker before they left the store. 

 

 

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"Hyung... Why are you angry?" 

 

 

 

"I'm not angry." 

 

 

 

"Then why are you so quiet?" Woohyun sighed, mentally cursing the flower boy working at the stupid flower shop making him all angry for no reason. 

 

 

 

"Just don't go allowing anyone to get close to you." 

 

 

 

"Are you perhaps jealous of Myungsoo hyung?" Woohyun turned away as Sungjong burst into laughter. 

"We only met him today! Don't worry hyung, I'll be careful! I always am~" he sat back on his seat of the chair on the train and watched at the scenery changed now and again. 

"It's so beautiful..." Sungjong stared in awe. Every year whenever he travelled to the south, he would always be amazed at how clean everything was and how peaceful it was. It's nothing like Seoul he would say year after year. 

 

 

 

'Like you...' Woohyun thought. Nothing in the world could match the youngest beauty, not even Mother Nature herself could create a landscape more beautiful or a flier more sweeter than Sungjong. For him, the younger was perfection.

 

 

 

'Train 2934 is slowly arriving to XXXXX, please keep your belonging with you at all times. I repeat, we are slowly arriving at XXXXX.'

 

 

 

"Come on, it's time to go now!" Woohyun grabbed onto Sungjong's hand tightly as the train came into the platform. They stepped outside together and exited the train station, catching a cap to the cemetery where Mr and Mrs Le were buried. Sungjong made sure to keep the flowers close by, holding it with the hand that Woohyun wasn't holding onto.

The taxi stopped in front of the cemetery's big metal gates. Woohyun was the first to exit the taxi first, opening the door to the car for Sungjong. Sungjong took in a deep breath and climbed out of the car. Woohyun thanked the driver and paid him before turning back to Sungjong who was too busy looking up at the gates.

 

 

 

"Hyung..."

 

 

 

"Don't worry, I'm here." Sungjong was always nervous and scared whenever he visited his parents. It's not that he didn't like visiting them but it was because he was afraid something might happen. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and crying, suddenly remembering the events of his parent’s death. He would sometimes tell Woohyun what his dreams but that was a rare thing. He would say that there were strangers suddenly coming in their house with gas masks covering their face and guns in their hands, pointing it at him and his parents. Another reason why he didn't like surprises, he didn't like the shock or he essence of surprise. Going outside would sometimes prove difficult for him since he was scared that he would suddenly get ambushed.

Sungjong gave a small nod and waited as Woohyun opened the metal gates. This time it was Sungjong who grabbed onto Woohyun's hand as he pulled himself inside the cemetery. There were many gravestones here, some abandoned, and some were still kept clean. Sungjong being Sungjong would sometimes clean those that have been forgotten when they came here every year if he had time. They stopped in front of Sungjong's parent's gravestone.

 

 

 

"Hi Umma, Appa." Sungjong gave a small smile as he kneeled down and placed the daisies on the gravestone. They were his mother's favourite flowers.

"How have you been? I managed to get into Seoul University to study ART!" He stood up next to Woohyun.

 

 

 

"He's been studying really hard!" Woohyun added, wrapping his arm around Sungjong's shoulders.

 

 

 

"Everyone's been the same, silly as always!"

 

 

 

"Don't worry; I'll look after this kid!" Sungjong pouted angrily at Woohyun.

 

 

 

"If anything, you're more of a kid than me!" Woohyun rolled his eyes.

They left the cemetery, holding hands tightly. Woohyun couldn't help but give a small smile. He knew how he felt about the younger. It was pretty obvious after how long he had spent with him. Every time he saw Sungjong, it would send flips to his heart and smiles wouldn't stop coming to his face. He was happy to have someone like him, he truly was.

"Hyung... Promise me you won't ever leave me..."

 

 

 

"Don't worry, I promise." He noted to keep this promise till the end, even if it were to be his last.

 

 

 

End Of Flashback~

 

 

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"HYUNG! WAKE UP! HYUNG, PLEASE!" Sungjong cried, clutching onto Woohyun's hand as he got pushed along he hallway of the hospital hallways. Sungjong's hands and clothes were covered with blood, Woohyun’s blood to be exact as tears stained his face.

 

 

 

"Please, sir, you have to let go! We need to operate on him!" The nurse forcefully pushed Sungjong away from Woohyun.

 

 

 

"NO! NO! HE NEEDS ME! PLEASE!" Sungjong watched as Woohyun was sent to the operating room with 2 other doctors and 2 nurses. He bit his finger to stop his despite cries from coming out.

“Please… you promised…remember…”

 

 

 

"SUNGJONG!" He heard his name get called out from the back.

 

 

 

"MYUNGSOO HYUNG!" He ran to Myungsoo, draping his arms over the elder’s shoulders. Myungsoo held onto Sungjong tightly, stopping him from falling to the ground as he cried his eyes out on his chest.

"It's all my fault! I'm so sorry! It's all my fault!"

 

 

 

"Shh, shh! It's not your fault! Shh!" He kneeled down with Sungjong, caressing his hair. Myungsoo took in a deep breath, biting his lip.

'That bastard!' It happened a few weeks ago when the first wave came. A group of men claiming they were the CIA came round to Woohyun's house where Myungsoo was visiting. Over the years, the three of them had become good friends, of course with Woohyun getting jealous now and again but it was never anything that bad. He knew Myungsoo wanted to protect him and treasure him. Apparently, according to some online Website, a new revolution group had been starting with the same agenda as the 'Reaps' even taking on their name. Some of the people who had logged onto the website, many of them being from old families who managed to escape, accused that it was Sungjong who had started up the group to finish what his parents started.

They questioned Sungjong for hours and left with nothing since Sungjong had nothing to do with it. It wasn't until a few hours ago when a bunch of people from the CIA barged into the house again and began shooting. Woohyun's parents and his older brother managed to escape through the secret tunnel they had built in when Sungjong first arrived but they weren't so luckily. Sungjong was captured and the only way to get him back was to sacrifice on of them. Of course, Woohyun volunteered. Before Myungsoo could have done anything, Woohyun was already lying on the group covered in blood. It wasn't until after when the police arrived and brought them to safety but who knew how long they were going to be safe for?

 

 

 

"Hyung...hyung..." It had been a few hours now. Woohyun was still being operated on and Sungjong was slowly falling in and out of consciousness.

"Please...wake up hyung..." Myungsoo watched as Sungjong continued to mutter his words, being Woohyun to be safe as he slept on his lap. He lovingly the younger's hair, a sad smile on his lips. He had to be strong for him. 

 

 

 

"Woohyun hyung, wake up quickly." He begged. The door opened; quickly Myungsoo moved his attention to the doctors who came out with blood on their white attire. Sungjong sat up, rubbing his eyes to keep him awake.

"How is he?" Myungsoo asked.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry... He lost too much blood. I'm...so...sorry..." Myungsoo's eyes widened whilst Sungjong fell to the ground.

 

 

 

"NOO! NOO! PLEASE! NO!" He screamed from the top of his lungs.

Woohyun's body laid down on the operating table. His body was lifeless, his skin no longer flowing with the blood he was pumping a while ago as it shined a painful white colour. Sungjong gave it his all of contain his tears, watching his love dead. He couldn't go on further so he decided to leave without any words. Besides, some words are left unspoken or rather... When the time comes, he said to himself. He didn’t want to believe that Woohyun was dead. No, he didn’t want to believe it. Myungsoo on the other hand stayed. Walking to the operating table, he placed his hand on the ice cold shoulder of Woohyun's.

 

 

 

"I'll see you at the funeral." 

 

 

 

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It had been a week since the Love of Sungjong’s had died. When Woohyun’s parents got the news, they broke down crying. Sungjong swore he saw a bit of each parent die inside when he looked into their eyes. The house had been quiet till this day. They day they bid him farewell forever.

Myungsoo took in a deep breath and brushed off the invisible dust off his shoulders of the black suit he was wearing. A letter held tightly in his grasp. So tightly that the paper began to crumple up in his masculine hands. He carefully put in the letter in his blazer pocket and knocked on the door.

 

 

 

“Come in.” Sungjong’s voice came through the door. Myungsoo took in another deep breath and opened the door, stepping inside to see the younger in his black suit similar to his own.

 

 

 

“Sungjong ah, I don’t think you should go…” Sungjong turned around from the side of his bed and looked at Myungsoo, angry t why the older would ever say such a thing.

 

 

 

“Why?” 

 

 

 

“I-I just don’t think you should.” Somehow he began to feel nervous under the younger’s gaze. Never had he seen Sungjong act like this. It was for the best, he didn’t want Sungjong to see death in the eyes again. Sungjong’s eyes scanned Myungsoo, his gaze stopped at a little white paper sticking out of his pocket.

 

 

 

“What is that?” Sungjong walked over to him, before he could say anything, Sungjong had already taken the paper from his pocket.

 

 

 

“DON’T!” Sungjong didn’t listen and opened the held crumpled paper, reading its contents. Some part of him hater Myungsoo for hiding it from him but the sweet words on it couldn’t allow him to harbour such feelings. He closed the paper and pushed it towards Myungsoo’s chest.

 

 

 

“We’re going to be late. Let’s go.” As usual, the car ride there would be awkward and quiet without Woohyun’s presence.

 

 

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The stood in front of the open casket which had put in front of the deep hole which had been dug from Woohyun. Sungjong couldn’t stop looking at his pale face, despite being dead, he was still immensely handsome. Each relative with a white rose said their last words to him and rested the rose down at Woohyun’s chest. It was time for Sungjong. With a light encouraging push from Myungsoo, he went over to the casket.

 

 

“Hyung, I hate you so much. You lied to me. You didn’t keep your promise. You left me. But… I love you so much. Maybe I was the one who lied; I lied to myself thinking someone would ever stay with me forever. I love you and… I’ll see you soon. Bye hyung.” He looked down at his flower. Rather than a white rose, he picked out a white daisy. A flower that was special to the both of them. He moved closer, resting it slowly on Woohyun’s chest.

“But please… one more promise… Promise me, you won’t die.” His eyes fell down to the ground. His tears were uncontrollable as he couldn’t let the flower go. He knew that once he let go of the daisy, the casket would be closed up and buried down in the earth.

 

 

 

“Sungjong…” Myungsoo whispered. Feeling the pain for the younger but he couldn’t do anything.

 

 

 

“Please… wake up…” Sungjong begged. Everyone watched as the boy began to slowly break down. It pained them to watch the beautiful boy cry. If only they could have done something but nothing could have been done. What had been done was done. He was dead and no more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or was it? Woohyun’s finger twitched slightly but Sungjong didn’t notice. Again, it twitched, this time Sungjong felt something brush his hand.

 

 

 

“Hyung…?” He watched as Woohyun’s eyes began to move in his lids.

“No… Someone…. SOMEONE HE’S ALIVE! PLEASE! MYUNGSOO HYUNG!” Sungjong screamed from the top of his lungs. Myungsoo ran over to him, clutched the younger in his arms when Woohyun’s eyes shot open.

 

 

 

“Sungjong.” Was the first thing he said, he quickly sat up and turned his head around to see Sungjong looking back at him wide eyed.

 

 

 

“Hyung… HYUNG!” Sungjong ran over to him, tackling him into a hug as he wrapped his arms around the older’s neck.

“You’re back!”

 

 

 

“Yes, it’s all because of you.” Sungjong looked at him; a smile came to his face looking at Woohyun. Without thinking, he brought his lips to Woohyun’s startling him.

 

 

 

“Thank you for keeping your promise.”

 

 

 

 

Dear Sungjong,

 

 

Remember our conversation few years ago? I hope you do.

 

W- ‘When I die, don't you dare come to my funeral!‘

S- ‘Why?‘

W- ‘Because if I see you, my heart just might beat again.‘

 

Love your Woohyun hyung.

 

 

 

Sure, dying is inevitable. But it doesn’t mean living cannot be prolonged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because I had a feeling I would get killed if I killed Woohyun~

I'm still feeling weird about writing INFINITE since I read about them more then I write about thenm. I find myself writing Changmin or Kyuhyun's name and quickly changing it. Hopefully I will get beter at writing them xD

As a new INFINITE write, not many of you know me so I wiould like to say, when it comes to updating, I'm slower than a snail so please be patient and hopefully it's worth your wait! Next update... I think I might go with either  Hojong, Gyujong or Myungjong... hmmm...

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