the part where yunho finds out
tags: angst w/ no comfort, mentions of suicide/death, emotional breakdown, not proofread
i wasn't expecting ppl to actually want a pt 2 of this but ur wish is my command
yunho's phone vibrated against the counter, the screen glowing too bright in his dim kitchen. he almost didn't answer, but it was hongjoong, and something cold was settling in his stomach before he even picked up.
"yeah?" yunho murmurs, voice tired.
the silence on the other end lasted half a second too long. "yunho.. y/n's gone. last night at the han river.. they couldn't bring her back," hongjoong says carefully, voice hoarse with sadness.
yunho's hand fell slack, phone clattering onto the counter, hongjoong's voice fading away with the distance. his knees buckled without warning and he dropped hard, kneeling on the cold tile of his kitchen.
"no," he breathes, "no, no, no- she can't- i just texted her."
"her friends said she wasn't doing good after the breakup. wasn't eating, or talking, or leaving her place. she saw those pictures of you and that girl. called me and asked if the two years with you meant anything," hongjoong voice breaks, thick with the tears he was trying to hold back.
a guttural sound tore out of him as he pressed his face into the sleeve of his sweater, dragging himself towards the bedroom. he yanks the drawer open so hard it crashes to the floor, all the clothes he didn't have a chance to give back coming with it. your scent hits him like a fist and he buries his face in the fabric, letting out a scream.
he cried until his throat was raw and his eyes were swollen, dry heaves shaking his whole body.
"i'm sorry," he choked into the fabric, voice wrecked. "baby, i'm so sorry.. i thought you were okay, thought i was doing the right thing. i should've called, should've never let you walk away.."
yunho stayed on the floor for hours, the room dimming as evening came. his phone kept lighting up with messages from the members, missed calls, and worried texts. but he couldn't move, his body felt hollowed out, left only with crushing guilt.
he kept listening to your last voicemail on a loop. your shy little "hello, it's y/n.." over and over like you would come back to him.
"i still love you, i never stopped. i was so stupid. please.. please come back. i'll fix it, just come back to me," yunho whispered, like you could hear him.
but you couldn't. the apartment stayed empty and the river kept flowing, carrying away the last piece of his heart. yunho pressed your hoodie to his chest, crying until the morning came.
you were gone. really gone. and the worst part was knowing you died thinking you would be easy to forget.
