Moon Crying
Title: Moon Crying
Length: One-Shot
Words: 2,592
Fandom: SS501
Pairing: MinSaeng
Summary: They say to just move on…he wished it was as easy as it sounded.
A/N: Sequel to Valentine’s Day. This is for Carey unnie, who wanted me to write a fic on Koda Kumi’s Moon Crying. Again, listen to the song while reading? ILY unnie~!!!! /clings
We walked together often
on our usual street
while under the moonlight
a sorrowful melody
Some events are hard to forget. Some memories don’t fade with time.
Sometimes, YoungSaeng wished he could just forget. Like his band mates had. No, that wasn’t right, they hadn’t forgotten. But they were able to move on, to continue with their lives despite the pain, knowing that he wouldn’t have wanted them to grief so long.
So why was it, a year later, YoungSaeng still couldn’t walk past the small room JungMin used to occupy without choking up, without his breath stalling in his throat and tears prickling the back of his eyes?
Because he remembered all too clearly, like a movie on endless repeat in the back of his mind. The screech of tires, the feeling of hands pushing him, the whirl of color. The brief darkness.
The sound of sirens, someone shaking him, KyuJong’s frantic expression gradually coming into focus.
The sight of their Leader and Baby shaking another form in a similar fashion, shouting at him as red spread underneath.
That night, YoungSaeng had woken up. JungMin never did.
I didn't want to show such a face
but its because I just like you
I made you sad
the tears that day
Remembering what happened hurt…and sometimes he did want to forget everything, have it cease to haunt his dreams so he could pull himself together and return to the life he’d left behind.
Then there were other times, when JungMin’s laughter became muted and his face blurred in his mind, and YoungSaeng clung to those memories with every ounce of strength he possessed.
Sitting on his bed, his own bed this time, YoungSaeng pulled the photo album closer and flipped through it. The happy moments, the sad moments, the frustrating moments, all laid bare for his eyes to see. He was thankful for his band mates’ habits of taking pictures when no one was watching. JungMin was in many of them, his antics a constant source of amusement.
The corners of YoungSaeng’s lips curved upward as he found the day where JungMin had finally turned orange from eating too many carrots, the day he and HyungJoon chased each other around the dorms half-naked, the day he got himself stuck behind the couch for nearly an hour (YoungSaeng forgets what in the world the younger man was doing behind there in the first place, and Leader had been just too amused by the whole situation to help in pulling him out).
Then he began to notice something else. In so many pictures, maybe over half of them, JungMin’s attention seemed to be trained on something. He was hardly ever looking at the camera, always elsewhere, sometimes just beyond the camera’s sight.
Following the younger man’s line of vision, YoungSaeng found he was looking at himself.
I want to see you but
no matter how I try I can't get my feelings across
if my overflowing words could reach you
I want to sing out my thoughts of you
Instantly the tears come again, a shuddering gasp tearing from his throat before YoungSaeng clapped one hand over his mouth to muffle it. No sound escaped after that, but the tears continued to fall, cold against his flushed face.
What got him the most, was that while JungMin had been watching him so affectionately, so protectively…
Not once had he ever returned the younger man’s gaze.
“Saeng?”
The bed dipped slightly, and YoungSaeng looked up, locks of midnight hair sticking to his damp face as he met KyuJong’s concerned eyes. He didn’t speak, but allowed the other man to brush his hair out of his face before pulling him into a warm embrace. KyuJong let YoungSaeng cry into his shirt, smoothing the mused hair and rubbing his back gently.
SS501 was officially on hiatus, but HyunJoong, KyuJong and HyungJoon had returned to their own separate activities after a four-month break to cope with their band mate’s death. They wanted to keep going as a group, for JungMin, but they all knew it would be different now. None of them thought about the hole in their formation that would never be filled.
YoungSaeng was the only one who had been unable to continue, refusing when their managers asked if he could compose a song for this, attend a music event for that. His motivation was gone. His voice was hoarse from lack of use.
He couldn’t help it when every time he opened his mouth to sing, tears would be all that came from it. The words wouldn’t form, stuck in his throat and burning.
“Saeng, we were planning on going out for a while,” KyuJong murmured, when the tears had subsided. “Getting some fresh air. Do you want to come?”
Opening watery eyes, YoungSaeng shook his head slightly. “No thank you,” he whispered, his death grip on the other man’s shirt loosening slightly.
KyuJong didn’t pressure him any further than that. He knew what day it was. The reason why they needed to get out was the exact same reason YoungSaeng needed to be alone right now.
It was Valentine’s Day. The day JungMin was buried, a year ago. The day JungMin was supposed to show up outside YoungSaeng’s door with a bouquet of beautiful red roses, and the day YoungSaeng was supposed to…maybe, just maybe…finally accept that he did love him.
I want to see you but
no matter how I try I can't get my feelings across
tonight too I am only thinking of one thing
I am still loving you
YoungSaeng didn’t move as KyuJong finally detached himself from the older man, giving him another hug before leaving the room to join their band mates. He listened to the sounds of them getting ready to leave, the click of the door closing and locking behind them, and then the silence.
Sniffing, YoungSaeng closed the photo album and found his iPod, curling up into a tight ball and putting the earphones on. Slowly, relaxing music smoothed out his uneven breathing, dried the tears lingering in the corners of his eyes.
Then JungMin’s solo song came on, and his throat closed up all over again.
The reminders were everywhere, and it was silly to blame himself for JungMin’s death, but he did. He knew there had been no way of knowing that car was going to go out of control, no way of foreseeing nor preventing JungMin from using the time he could have avoided the car to push YoungSaeng out of the way instead.
It was silly to think a confession could have stopped all that…it wouldn’t have. But didn’t it mean something more, for JungMin to die knowing that he was loved and cared for?
YoungSaeng didn’t think he’d ever understand the smile JungMin left behind.
To meet would be just selfish
when I sometimes talked too much
you just smiled and forgave me
just like an adult
He must have drifted off, because the next thing he knew, it was nighttime. From the silence dominated their flat, YoungSaeng knew the others hadn’t returned yet. Pushing himself up and taking the earbuds out of his ears, YoungSaeng stood and walked over to the window, pushing the curtains apart. The world outside was dark, punctured only by the glow of streetlights and the moon shining high overhead.
Lifting his head slightly, YoungSaeng looked up at it, watching the shining circle in the sky come and go between the clouds. It was calming in a way, allowing his mind to go blank for a precious moment as he watched it, traced the dark spots and blemishes in its surface with his eyes.
Even that semblance of peace came to an end when the moon was fully hidden behind a large cloud. Sighing softly, YoungSaeng rested his forehead against the cold windowsill and closing his eyes.
And now he had to come back to reality.
When you were lonely I thought
if I could recognize it
if I reached softly with my hand
your warmth and after this
would we be together?
How much longer would the others be out? Suddenly YoungSaeng didn’t want to be alone anymore. It was too quiet, far too quiet.
Quiet wasn’t ever a factor when JungMin was around.
Why was it everything reminded him of what he’d lost?
He never thought he’d be so affected by one’s death…until he felt the pain searing through his chest, like a knife wound, not healing as time went by but only growing larger, exposing his fragile heart to the harsh elements.
Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. The air was stale, unmoving. The silence was closing in on him, suffocating. Clenching his hands into fists against the windowsill, YoungSaeng forced his breath out, and back in. Out, and in.
A quiet tapping on the window snapped him back to reality. Someone tapping on the window? They were on the first floor, yes, but there was hardly ever anyone at this side of the building…
Lifting his head off the glass pane, his eyes locked with that of JungMin’s, looking at him through the window and illuminated by the now uncovered moon.
I want to see you but
no matter how I try I can't get my feelings across
if my overflowing words could reach you
I want to sing out my thoughts of you
For the longest time YoungSaeng only stared, eyes wide as saucers and lips parted at the man standing just outside the window. He nearly forgets to breathe, throat constricting tighter and tighter.
That was it, he’d finally lost his mind. He’d gone mad.
JungMin frowned at him from the other side of the window, a pout forming on his lips as he gave YoungSaeng a look that said he thought his hyung was completely nuts as well.
The familiarity of that look made YoungSaeng’s eyes fill with tears. He knew that expression…he knew that face. “JungMin?” he choked, pressing both hands to the window.
Though he couldn’t possibly hear him through the window, the pout shifted into a wide grin, JungMin beaming at him. YoungSaeng shook from head to toe, the urge to throw the window open and grab the younger man racing through his body. But something stilled his hands from doing so, a quiet voice in the back of his mind that sounded remarkably like the man watching him right now.
“I’m probably talking to thin air,” YoungSaeng murmured, then swallowed thickly and spoke louder. “Are you happy, where you are?”
JungMin blinked at him, head tilted slightly to one side. Then he lifted one hand and tapped one finger to his cheek. YoungSaeng pressed one hand to his own cheek and was startled to find the tears had fallen.
So JungMin could hear through solid glass. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, YoungSaeng had to stop himself from going into hysterics. JungMin was dead. Why would he care about glass?
“No, I’m not happy,” he whispered in return to the question in JungMin’s eyes. “I just…I miss you. I miss you so much.” His voice wavered again, more tears falling.
JungMin gave a soundless sigh, watching him through red bangs. His other arm shifted slightly…YoungSaeng realized that the hand that hadn’t tapped his cheek was hidden behind his back.
From behind him, JungMin pulled out a bouquet of red roses.
If I could return to that day
all these would be no more
tonight too I am only thinking of one thing
I am still loving you
More tears fall.
Valentine’s Day. The answer he never gave.
YoungSaeng’s gaze lifted from the roses to JungMin’s face, bright and beaming and looking so apologetic…
Apologetic, and hopeful.
The words swelled up inside his chest, and burst from him before he could fully process them. “I love you,” YoungSaeng said loudly, pressing both hands against the window again. “JungMin, I love you.”
JungMin’s eyes widened slightly, and he blinked at YoungSaeng in surprise, as if he’d expected another rejection, another shake of the head.
“I love you,” YoungSaeng whispered, tears staining his cheeks and falling.
The corners of the younger man’s lips twitched, and then he was smiling, smiling so happily YoungSaeng felt his heart melt, giving a watery smile of his own.
JungMin was happy. That knowledge flooded him with warmth and chased away the darkness clouding his mind.
Beaming at him from behind the glass, JungMin pointed at his lips questioningly.
YoungSaeng’s eyes widened. “How?” he whispered.
JungMin motioned at him, then pressed both hands to the window and leaned in, lips brushing the glass pane lightly.
A shaky laugh left YoungSaeng, but his body was already responding, leaning in to kiss the glass lightly where JungMin’s lips were, eyes closing as he tried to imagine there was no window between them, no obstacles, no reality.
My feelings that can't be put into words
I want to convey them through this song
if my overflowing words could reach you
I want to sing out my thoughts of you
Leaning back again, YoungSaeng blinked at JungMin through his tears. JungMin straightened as well, smiling. He didn’t seem sad…he seemed content. At peace.
Bit by bit, YoungSaeng could feel that stability sooth him, calming his rattled nerves.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
JungMin grinned widely, miming a smile and pointing at YoungSaeng. The older man nodded, understanding. JungMin wanted him to be happy.
His eyes traced over the other man’s figure, dressed the same as he had been that day. He seemed to almost glow in the moonlight, or perhaps he was, with that same silly smile YoungSaeng remembered.
JungMin mouthed something, lips moving without sound. Even though he couldn’t hear it, YoungSaeng knew what JungMin was telling him.
Live.
The moon went behind the clouds again, and with it, that soft light. When the area outside his window became visible again, JungMin was gone.
And finally, YoungSaeng felt the gaping hole in his chest begin to heal.
Tonight too I’m looking at the sky
towards where the moon is shining
I want to walk there with my important person
forever forever I want to be beside you
The door clicked open and three young men flooded in, talking quietly amongst themselves so as to not disturb YoungSaeng if he was sleeping. Slipping off their shoes and jackets, they padded over to the open doorway and peeked into the room.
YoungSaeng looked up at them, curled up on his bed. Music sheets were spread out around him, a pencil partly in his mouth and the hair he’d allowed to grow long and unchecked tied up in a high ponytail. “Welcome back,” he said quietly, then looked back down at the music sheets, chewing on his pencil absently.
“…What are you doing?” HyunJoong asked, but wide smiles had already spread across KyuJong and HyungJoon’s faces.
“Composing.” A crumpled up piece of paper was shot at them. “Now shoo, before you mess up my concentration.”
Baby gave a loud whoop and practically tackled Leader in his enthusiasm, both of them falling out of view from the doorway. KyuJong smiled warmly, watching YoungSaeng for a moment before disappearing as well.
YoungSaeng looked up at the now-empty doorway and smiled, the first real smile since the accident.
Maybe it was time to move on…and he thought he was finally ready.
Not without a little push, of course…
His eyes wandered to the empty window, the moon flooding the room in a peaceful, soft light.
Please don't let go of my hand...
Length: One-Shot
Words: 2,592
Fandom: SS501
Pairing: MinSaeng
Summary: They say to just move on…he wished it was as easy as it sounded.
A/N: Sequel to Valentine’s Day. This is for Carey unnie, who wanted me to write a fic on Koda Kumi’s Moon Crying. Again, listen to the song while reading? ILY unnie~!!!! /clings
We walked together often
on our usual street
while under the moonlight
a sorrowful melody
Some events are hard to forget. Some memories don’t fade with time.
Sometimes, YoungSaeng wished he could just forget. Like his band mates had. No, that wasn’t right, they hadn’t forgotten. But they were able to move on, to continue with their lives despite the pain, knowing that he wouldn’t have wanted them to grief so long.
So why was it, a year later, YoungSaeng still couldn’t walk past the small room JungMin used to occupy without choking up, without his breath stalling in his throat and tears prickling the back of his eyes?
Because he remembered all too clearly, like a movie on endless repeat in the back of his mind. The screech of tires, the feeling of hands pushing him, the whirl of color. The brief darkness.
The sound of sirens, someone shaking him, KyuJong’s frantic expression gradually coming into focus.
The sight of their Leader and Baby shaking another form in a similar fashion, shouting at him as red spread underneath.
That night, YoungSaeng had woken up. JungMin never did.
I didn't want to show such a face
but its because I just like you
I made you sad
the tears that day
Remembering what happened hurt…and sometimes he did want to forget everything, have it cease to haunt his dreams so he could pull himself together and return to the life he’d left behind.
Then there were other times, when JungMin’s laughter became muted and his face blurred in his mind, and YoungSaeng clung to those memories with every ounce of strength he possessed.
Sitting on his bed, his own bed this time, YoungSaeng pulled the photo album closer and flipped through it. The happy moments, the sad moments, the frustrating moments, all laid bare for his eyes to see. He was thankful for his band mates’ habits of taking pictures when no one was watching. JungMin was in many of them, his antics a constant source of amusement.
The corners of YoungSaeng’s lips curved upward as he found the day where JungMin had finally turned orange from eating too many carrots, the day he and HyungJoon chased each other around the dorms half-naked, the day he got himself stuck behind the couch for nearly an hour (YoungSaeng forgets what in the world the younger man was doing behind there in the first place, and Leader had been just too amused by the whole situation to help in pulling him out).
Then he began to notice something else. In so many pictures, maybe over half of them, JungMin’s attention seemed to be trained on something. He was hardly ever looking at the camera, always elsewhere, sometimes just beyond the camera’s sight.
Following the younger man’s line of vision, YoungSaeng found he was looking at himself.
I want to see you but
no matter how I try I can't get my feelings across
if my overflowing words could reach you
I want to sing out my thoughts of you
Instantly the tears come again, a shuddering gasp tearing from his throat before YoungSaeng clapped one hand over his mouth to muffle it. No sound escaped after that, but the tears continued to fall, cold against his flushed face.
What got him the most, was that while JungMin had been watching him so affectionately, so protectively…
Not once had he ever returned the younger man’s gaze.
“Saeng?”
The bed dipped slightly, and YoungSaeng looked up, locks of midnight hair sticking to his damp face as he met KyuJong’s concerned eyes. He didn’t speak, but allowed the other man to brush his hair out of his face before pulling him into a warm embrace. KyuJong let YoungSaeng cry into his shirt, smoothing the mused hair and rubbing his back gently.
SS501 was officially on hiatus, but HyunJoong, KyuJong and HyungJoon had returned to their own separate activities after a four-month break to cope with their band mate’s death. They wanted to keep going as a group, for JungMin, but they all knew it would be different now. None of them thought about the hole in their formation that would never be filled.
YoungSaeng was the only one who had been unable to continue, refusing when their managers asked if he could compose a song for this, attend a music event for that. His motivation was gone. His voice was hoarse from lack of use.
He couldn’t help it when every time he opened his mouth to sing, tears would be all that came from it. The words wouldn’t form, stuck in his throat and burning.
“Saeng, we were planning on going out for a while,” KyuJong murmured, when the tears had subsided. “Getting some fresh air. Do you want to come?”
Opening watery eyes, YoungSaeng shook his head slightly. “No thank you,” he whispered, his death grip on the other man’s shirt loosening slightly.
KyuJong didn’t pressure him any further than that. He knew what day it was. The reason why they needed to get out was the exact same reason YoungSaeng needed to be alone right now.
It was Valentine’s Day. The day JungMin was buried, a year ago. The day JungMin was supposed to show up outside YoungSaeng’s door with a bouquet of beautiful red roses, and the day YoungSaeng was supposed to…maybe, just maybe…finally accept that he did love him.
I want to see you but
no matter how I try I can't get my feelings across
tonight too I am only thinking of one thing
I am still loving you
YoungSaeng didn’t move as KyuJong finally detached himself from the older man, giving him another hug before leaving the room to join their band mates. He listened to the sounds of them getting ready to leave, the click of the door closing and locking behind them, and then the silence.
Sniffing, YoungSaeng closed the photo album and found his iPod, curling up into a tight ball and putting the earphones on. Slowly, relaxing music smoothed out his uneven breathing, dried the tears lingering in the corners of his eyes.
Then JungMin’s solo song came on, and his throat closed up all over again.
The reminders were everywhere, and it was silly to blame himself for JungMin’s death, but he did. He knew there had been no way of knowing that car was going to go out of control, no way of foreseeing nor preventing JungMin from using the time he could have avoided the car to push YoungSaeng out of the way instead.
It was silly to think a confession could have stopped all that…it wouldn’t have. But didn’t it mean something more, for JungMin to die knowing that he was loved and cared for?
YoungSaeng didn’t think he’d ever understand the smile JungMin left behind.
To meet would be just selfish
when I sometimes talked too much
you just smiled and forgave me
just like an adult
He must have drifted off, because the next thing he knew, it was nighttime. From the silence dominated their flat, YoungSaeng knew the others hadn’t returned yet. Pushing himself up and taking the earbuds out of his ears, YoungSaeng stood and walked over to the window, pushing the curtains apart. The world outside was dark, punctured only by the glow of streetlights and the moon shining high overhead.
Lifting his head slightly, YoungSaeng looked up at it, watching the shining circle in the sky come and go between the clouds. It was calming in a way, allowing his mind to go blank for a precious moment as he watched it, traced the dark spots and blemishes in its surface with his eyes.
Even that semblance of peace came to an end when the moon was fully hidden behind a large cloud. Sighing softly, YoungSaeng rested his forehead against the cold windowsill and closing his eyes.
And now he had to come back to reality.
When you were lonely I thought
if I could recognize it
if I reached softly with my hand
your warmth and after this
would we be together?
How much longer would the others be out? Suddenly YoungSaeng didn’t want to be alone anymore. It was too quiet, far too quiet.
Quiet wasn’t ever a factor when JungMin was around.
Why was it everything reminded him of what he’d lost?
He never thought he’d be so affected by one’s death…until he felt the pain searing through his chest, like a knife wound, not healing as time went by but only growing larger, exposing his fragile heart to the harsh elements.
Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. The air was stale, unmoving. The silence was closing in on him, suffocating. Clenching his hands into fists against the windowsill, YoungSaeng forced his breath out, and back in. Out, and in.
A quiet tapping on the window snapped him back to reality. Someone tapping on the window? They were on the first floor, yes, but there was hardly ever anyone at this side of the building…
Lifting his head off the glass pane, his eyes locked with that of JungMin’s, looking at him through the window and illuminated by the now uncovered moon.
I want to see you but
no matter how I try I can't get my feelings across
if my overflowing words could reach you
I want to sing out my thoughts of you
For the longest time YoungSaeng only stared, eyes wide as saucers and lips parted at the man standing just outside the window. He nearly forgets to breathe, throat constricting tighter and tighter.
That was it, he’d finally lost his mind. He’d gone mad.
JungMin frowned at him from the other side of the window, a pout forming on his lips as he gave YoungSaeng a look that said he thought his hyung was completely nuts as well.
The familiarity of that look made YoungSaeng’s eyes fill with tears. He knew that expression…he knew that face. “JungMin?” he choked, pressing both hands to the window.
Though he couldn’t possibly hear him through the window, the pout shifted into a wide grin, JungMin beaming at him. YoungSaeng shook from head to toe, the urge to throw the window open and grab the younger man racing through his body. But something stilled his hands from doing so, a quiet voice in the back of his mind that sounded remarkably like the man watching him right now.
“I’m probably talking to thin air,” YoungSaeng murmured, then swallowed thickly and spoke louder. “Are you happy, where you are?”
JungMin blinked at him, head tilted slightly to one side. Then he lifted one hand and tapped one finger to his cheek. YoungSaeng pressed one hand to his own cheek and was startled to find the tears had fallen.
So JungMin could hear through solid glass. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, YoungSaeng had to stop himself from going into hysterics. JungMin was dead. Why would he care about glass?
“No, I’m not happy,” he whispered in return to the question in JungMin’s eyes. “I just…I miss you. I miss you so much.” His voice wavered again, more tears falling.
JungMin gave a soundless sigh, watching him through red bangs. His other arm shifted slightly…YoungSaeng realized that the hand that hadn’t tapped his cheek was hidden behind his back.
From behind him, JungMin pulled out a bouquet of red roses.
If I could return to that day
all these would be no more
tonight too I am only thinking of one thing
I am still loving you
More tears fall.
Valentine’s Day. The answer he never gave.
YoungSaeng’s gaze lifted from the roses to JungMin’s face, bright and beaming and looking so apologetic…
Apologetic, and hopeful.
The words swelled up inside his chest, and burst from him before he could fully process them. “I love you,” YoungSaeng said loudly, pressing both hands against the window again. “JungMin, I love you.”
JungMin’s eyes widened slightly, and he blinked at YoungSaeng in surprise, as if he’d expected another rejection, another shake of the head.
“I love you,” YoungSaeng whispered, tears staining his cheeks and falling.
The corners of the younger man’s lips twitched, and then he was smiling, smiling so happily YoungSaeng felt his heart melt, giving a watery smile of his own.
JungMin was happy. That knowledge flooded him with warmth and chased away the darkness clouding his mind.
Beaming at him from behind the glass, JungMin pointed at his lips questioningly.
YoungSaeng’s eyes widened. “How?” he whispered.
JungMin motioned at him, then pressed both hands to the window and leaned in, lips brushing the glass pane lightly.
A shaky laugh left YoungSaeng, but his body was already responding, leaning in to kiss the glass lightly where JungMin’s lips were, eyes closing as he tried to imagine there was no window between them, no obstacles, no reality.
My feelings that can't be put into words
I want to convey them through this song
if my overflowing words could reach you
I want to sing out my thoughts of you
Leaning back again, YoungSaeng blinked at JungMin through his tears. JungMin straightened as well, smiling. He didn’t seem sad…he seemed content. At peace.
Bit by bit, YoungSaeng could feel that stability sooth him, calming his rattled nerves.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
JungMin grinned widely, miming a smile and pointing at YoungSaeng. The older man nodded, understanding. JungMin wanted him to be happy.
His eyes traced over the other man’s figure, dressed the same as he had been that day. He seemed to almost glow in the moonlight, or perhaps he was, with that same silly smile YoungSaeng remembered.
JungMin mouthed something, lips moving without sound. Even though he couldn’t hear it, YoungSaeng knew what JungMin was telling him.
Live.
The moon went behind the clouds again, and with it, that soft light. When the area outside his window became visible again, JungMin was gone.
And finally, YoungSaeng felt the gaping hole in his chest begin to heal.
Tonight too I’m looking at the sky
towards where the moon is shining
I want to walk there with my important person
forever forever I want to be beside you
The door clicked open and three young men flooded in, talking quietly amongst themselves so as to not disturb YoungSaeng if he was sleeping. Slipping off their shoes and jackets, they padded over to the open doorway and peeked into the room.
YoungSaeng looked up at them, curled up on his bed. Music sheets were spread out around him, a pencil partly in his mouth and the hair he’d allowed to grow long and unchecked tied up in a high ponytail. “Welcome back,” he said quietly, then looked back down at the music sheets, chewing on his pencil absently.
“…What are you doing?” HyunJoong asked, but wide smiles had already spread across KyuJong and HyungJoon’s faces.
“Composing.” A crumpled up piece of paper was shot at them. “Now shoo, before you mess up my concentration.”
Baby gave a loud whoop and practically tackled Leader in his enthusiasm, both of them falling out of view from the doorway. KyuJong smiled warmly, watching YoungSaeng for a moment before disappearing as well.
YoungSaeng looked up at the now-empty doorway and smiled, the first real smile since the accident.
Maybe it was time to move on…and he thought he was finally ready.
Not without a little push, of course…
His eyes wandered to the empty window, the moon flooding the room in a peaceful, soft light.
Please don't let go of my hand...