This is a short piece that centers around Seungkwan and Moonbin's friendship and the comforting embrace of Seungkwan's bandmate, Vernon. I wanted to tap into the emotions and dedicate a work of writing to ASTRO's precious, talented Moonbin (and my Seventeen bias, Seungkwan's close best friend). This piece is serious and I tried my best to tap into a more emotional side of my writing. 

May you rest in sweet, beautiful peace, Moonbin. AROHAs will never forget you.  

"Even when you feel like dying, you're not dying." - Moonbin

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Boo Seungkwan has never seen the Fantagio building so up close or decked out and cluttered in memorabilia, flowers and sweet messages before. Even through his teary eyes, he can see all the heartfelt words. His legs feel weak and wobbly with every step he takes. He is still in an emotional shock.

"I-I..." he attempts to get out as he places down a gorgeous blue flower that looks like a hydrangea with a variety of other flowers.

A white butterfly flutters through the flowers as though it is Moonbin, himself, saying, "thank you."

"Oh, my poor Boo Bear," Chwe Hansol (or better known as Vernon by Seventeen members and their devoted fans, Carats) coos softly. His arm slips calmly and comfortingly around Seungkwan's waist. "This is just..."

He can't find the words for this.

Neither can Seungkwan, who clutches onto a handkerchief-like cloth. "Moonbinnie-ya..." He sobs and dabs his eyes.

Vernon blinks. He isn't by any means emotional but seeing the Jeju native broken and devastated like this, he finds speckles in his eyes. Occasionally he looks skyward, blinking them away or roughly rubs his eyes to stop the process.

Seungkwan sniffles and reaches out before him. His fingers gently brush across an image of Moonbin.

"It isn't your fault, Boo," Vernon whispers, reassuringly.

Seungkwan shakes his head and attempts to look at his bandmate. "B-But I said--oh, God. I'm a horrible person--a terrible, despicable, atrocious friend!" His legs suddenly give out under him.

Vernon catches him with a lightning fast reflex. "No! No you're not! What did you say? Surely, you cannot blame yourself."

As Vernon grips tightly onto Seungkwan, who struggles to stand up on his own, the Jeju native manages to get out, "I said Cha Eunwoo is better--I told him on the phone. I did, because I was playfully angry at him. He said nice things to Dokyeom-hyung and Jeonghan-hyung...I..." Tears cake his eyes and his cheeks in an 'ugly cry.'

Vernon sighs and pats his buddy's shoulder. "It's okay. It's okay."

Seungkwan turns and buries his face into Vernon's chest, sobbing endlessly.

Vernon holds him closely and alternates his hands between patting and rubbing Seungkwan's back and shoulders. Though the taller man doesn't show his feelings often, he finds Seungkwan's pain and agony overwhelming and his eyes begin to water. He can't fight anymore and, eventually, a single tear finds itself trickling down his cheek.

"Moonbingi..." Seungkwan sobs, clutching on tightly to Vernon's loose white t-shirt.

Vernon continues to comfort his crying bandmate with his pats and back rubs, choking back on the tears. After a while, he closes his eyes and nuzzles his head gently against Seungkwan's.

The two stand before a tall tree in the center of the makeshift memorial site, clinging onto one another. 

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