402 days.

There's a part of him that misses Soobin. Yeonjun hates that part of himself. Soobin was the worst part of his life; he doesn't know why he misses that asshole as much as he does.

Slamming the car door extra hard, Yeonjun lets out a breath he wasn't aware that he was holding. I can't believe I'm here, he thinks to himself. I should be anywhere but here.

He shakes his head and starts climbing up the hill, stopping when he reaches the peak. Yeonjun sits carefully and sighs, overlooking the cemetery below. Looking to his left, there's a recent gravestone, barely faded from the sun. 

Choi Soobin, it reads. Brother, friend, and angel.

Yeonjun rolls his eyes at that. At his mother's request, the funeral company put that there, but it just makes his skin crawl. If Soobin was an angel, Yeonjun is a fairy.

"I should be with Kiera right now," Yeonjun says, staring at Soobin's grave. "But no. I'm here. You must be laughing your ass off at that, huh?"

There's silence, nothing but the rustle of the long grass. Yeonjun sighs again; everything he wants to say to Soobin is swirling in his mind, to the point where his thoughts feel like a jumble of words.

"She hasn't woken up yet, in case you were wondering. She looks-" Yeonjun looks away, staring off at the whitewashed headstones. "Really bad. Sometimes I wonder if she's not dead, and the doctors are just trying to rip me off now. I don't know if she would wake up again."

"But you can't give up on her, right?" A mocking voice comes from behind Yeonjun. Grimacing, Yeonjun forces a smile to his face and stands, looking at the newcomer.

Kai.

No one knows his last name. Yeonjun's known him almost his entire life, but still has no idea. Yeonjun doesn't even know what his home life is like. If it's anything like Kai, though, it's got to be miserable. No one turns out to be a horrible person without some type of trauma.

"I mean, you won't give up on her?" Kai says, continuing the topic. "You do owe it to her since it's your fault she's almost dead." Yeonjun clenches his fists but forces himself to take a deep breath.

"Although, it is her fault that Soobin is dead. So I guess that makes you two even."

Yeonjun bites down his tongue, not letting his anger show on his face. He won't give Kai the satisfaction of knowing he got to him.

Nodding silently, Yeonjun turns his back on Kai and folds his arms across his chest. Kai comes to stand beside him.

"You know, if she dies, what you have to do?" Kai lets the question linger in the air, not looking at Yeonjun. If he had, he would've immediately walked away.

Yeonjun's anger was radiating off of him. Every muscle in his body was tensed as much as they could, his fists balled and curled into his chest. If Kai said one more word, Yeonjun might explode.

He merely nods, clenching his jaw as he moves his head. Kiera didn't mean to kill Soobin. It just happened. Does Kai not have faith in her to wake up?

There's an awkward silence that neither men rush to fill. Yeonjun's partially scared that he wouldn't be able to hold back his anger if he started talking. Kai just wants to make Yeonjun nervous. If only he knew what was going on in Yeonjun's mind.

"I know what you want me to do," Yeonjun says, choosing his words carefully. Kai nods, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Then I'll see you later, lover boy."

With those words, Kai walks away, a smirk appearing as he turns his back on Yeonjun. Yeonjun, unaware, rubs his face tiredly before looking over at Soobin's grave.

All of Yeonjun's anger rises to the surface, making the world seem as if it was washed in a fog of red. Yeonjun spits on Soobin's grave, curling his lip.

"I'll see you in hell, brother."