♪ 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴
𝘚𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦
𝘐𝘧 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦
𝘛𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. ♪
Three years have passed since we lost Soonyoung, but everything seemed fresh like it was yesterday. I should've noticed it sooner — the constant throwing up, the dizziness, and the bruises that appear on his skin. I could've saved him from dying so soon. He was just twenty, too young for this cruel world.
"Dad, do you love dada?"
I smiled as I caressed his face with my thumb. "So much."
He smiled at me. "If ever I saw a genie, I would wish for him to send back dada so you would be happy again and you won't have to cry every night in your room."
"You're too young to say that."
"But I'm turning five!"
"You're just like your dada."
He giggled.
We stood hand in hand in front of Soonyoung's tombstone, where a bouquet of fresh flowers is resting beneath it. A strong gush of wind passed over us, and I could almost feel Soonyoung hugging me.
"Maple."
"Yes, dad?"
"If you fall in love, be careful, hm?" I knelt in front of him and kissed his head. "There's just too much to lose."
♪ 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. ♪
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Short Story[COMPLETED] Soonyoung said, "Seokmin, can I tell you a terrible thing?"
