Straykids Kim Seungmin 💗
imagine: your boyfriend passes away and he watches over you as you try to get over his death.
seungmin's pov
day 1:
i was finally free... i stood beside you, watching you hover over my body, tears streaming down your face.
"seungmin-ah..." i listened to you cry, your whimpers overtaking the single beep which echoed through the room from the machine attached to me.
"y/n...i think you should go home..." chan sniffled, his hand resting on your shoulder, "you've been here for the past week. you should go back and get some sleep, get some food, too." he brushed your hair back away from your face.
he knew how upset you were, because he felt the exact same.
i could see the sadness in his eyes. he was desperate for the machine to start beeping again, to see my chest moving up and down slowly. but it didn't.
"can you take me to the dorms?" you looked up to him, tears in your eyes, your cheeks red and tearstained. "i wanna sleep in his bed...just for tonight." you pleaded, gripping onto his hand, "please, chan..."
he tilted his head, nodding it hesitantly, "okay...yeah, okay." he continued to brush your hair back, keeping you calm as you held onto my hand, gripping it tightly as you stared down at my lifeless body.
day 2:
i sat on the edge of my bed all night, watching you sit there, staring down at the photobook in your hands. you wore my hoodie, it felt comforting to you to hold something that was once mine, but it was now yours.
although chan had asked you to sleep, you didn't... you stayed up the entire night, finally getting up from the bed at 7am. you spent 8 full hours flicking through our photobook, smiling at our memories as you brushed your fingers across the photos.
although chan had asked you to sleep, you didn't... you stayed up the entire night, finally getting up from the bed at 7am. you spent 8 full hours flicking through our photobook, smiling at our memories as you brushed your fingers across the photos.
"i miss you so much..." you would whimper for hours, trying to stay quiet and being sure not to wake up the other members. they didn't exactly sleep well either, how could they? i was dead... i was no longer here with them, with you.
felix stayed with changbin for the night, hyunjin tried to calm down jeongin for at least 3 hours... he was so heartbroken, he couldn't seem to even smile... not the slightest. minho stayed up with jisung and woojin watching videos of me in the living room, at least they were smiling through the videos... and chan, he stayed with you all night, he sat in my room with you until 3am, making sure you were okay, making you tea every now and then, bringing you food to keep your health up, and also trying to make you smile.
he understood you were hurting, which is why he spent time with you. he felt as though no one should be alone during this. everyone had spent the night with someone else, and he knew you didn't deserve being sat alone in my room with nothing but your emotions and a photobook.
day 3:
straykids have taken time from performing, from dancing, from work in general. they had no energy to do anything, they felt hopeless that it was now, and forever will be, eight members.
"we can't sit here and do nothing for the rest of our lives... seungmin wouldn't want us to be like this." felix sniffled, wiping his teary eyes as he sat beside changbin, his head resting on his chest.
"let's go out. do something. what he would want is for us to be happy and still enjoy ourselves as if he was here, right beside us." chan smiled, looking down to the floor.
and i was. i was right beside them. i just wish you all knew...
"y/n, where should we go?" jeongin looked over to you, his eyes puffy from crying.
i had an idea in my head as i sat beside her, and funnily enough she said my idea.
"let's go shopping." she smiled, "it was
his favourite thing..."
day 4:
you'd spent your time with straykids, and you were finally starting to smile, even just a little. it was nice to see everyone going back to the way they were before all of this happened. it was comforting to know you were all getting better...
chan was sincerely worried about you, he spent a lot of time around you to make sure you ate and drank enough, he made sure you were always busy and occupied with something to do, and if you didn't have anything to do he'd find something for you, or he'd hang out with you and binge watch movies for the day.
i felt so grateful that he was trying so hard to look after you, he looked after every member, made sure they were okay, made sure they were safe and that nothing had changed with them... but, he felt guilty, most of all. guilty that there was nothing he could do.
day 5:
you sat on my bed again, wrapping yourself in my hoodie, lifting it up to your face to smell the sweet scent of my cologne.
"seungmin..." you spoke, sighing quietly, "if you can hear me... i love you." you nodded your head, a tear falling down your cheek, "i do. i really do. i love you so much. i would give anything to see you... if only just for a second."you let out a silent whimper, clutching onto the quilt covering you, "...please."
i sat beside you, brushing my hand over your cheek. you flinched, feeling a cold touch on your skin, you started to cry harder, whimpering.
"i love you." i whispered, smiling as i admired you, letting my eyes glance over at your teary face.
i know you heard me. i know you did.
