Forever with you

(the last chapter)

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Lover,you should've come over- Jeff Buckley ♬♪

Amid the somber sunrays of the day set aside for Yuna's farewell, Sunghoon finds himself perched upon the steps of her aunt's dwelling. His gaze is vacant, directed towards the floor, his tears exhausted and his emotions a vast wasteland. Within the confines of that heavy silence, the muffled sobs emanating from the house only serve to exacerbate the barren landscape of his heart.

Beside him, a sentinel of grief, Yuna's grandfather sits. Their companionship is marked by a shared silence—a language born of sorrow and void of consolation. And then, as if driven by the weight of his own remorse, Sunghoon breaks the silence.

"I'm so sorry, Grandpa," he utters, his voice bearing the weight of a thousand regrets. "It's my fault. I should have taken better care of her."

A slow shake of the head is the elder's response, a silent testament to his unwillingness to entertain the blame game any longer.

Sunghoon, his guilt amplified by the weight of the grandfather's gaze, succumbs to his remorse.

On bended knees, he pleads for absolution, his voice heavy with the agony of missed opportunities. But Yuna's grandfather averts his gaze, unable to bear the raw intensity of emotion that threatens to engulf them both.

Just as the edge of this heart-wrenching moment is about to fray, Yuna's aunt interjects, her presence a bittersweet reprieve. Approaching Sunghoon, she presents a small token—a CD. Her words, barely above a whisper, carry an air of quiet reverence.

"Yuna left this for you,"

Behind the wheel of the quirky hippy car, Sunghoon embarks on a journey spurred by the lingering whispers of Yuna's memory. The CD finds its way into the car's player, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he wonders what she's left for him. His lips curl into a soft smile as her voice flows through the speakers, explaining her intentions between the songs.

Fumbling with the controls, Sunghoon chuckles at Yuna's past confusion.

"How the hell does this thing work? Oh, that's the button,"

he muses, an affectionate grin crossing his face as he recalls her endearing quirks.

His heart clenches as Yuna's voice fills the car, her laughter a balm for his grief-stricken soul. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he lets her words wash over him.

"These songs are varied and different,"

she reminds him, and he nods in agreement. Memories of her eclectic music taste bring a fondness to his heart.

As the first notes of "Heart to Heart" by Mac DeMarco envelop him, Sunghoon's composure shatters.

Tears stream down his cheeks as he listens to the lyrics that mirror their relationship. He can't help but envision the alternate reality where Yuna's laughter still graces his days.

Her laughter returns, bright and ephemeral, as "505" by Arctic Monkeys resonates. Memories of a concert night flicker in his mind, the electric energy of the crowd, and her hand intertwined with his. He wipes his tears, grateful for the shared moments they cherished.

'oh by the way i left a map for you in the car go look for it'

Yuna's guiding voice urges him forward, and Sunghoon continues his journey with a heavy yet determined heart. He follows the map's directions, winding his way through the roads of Gangwon as Yuna's presence lingers, a soft whisper in the wind.

In the midst of his drive, Yuna's voice breaks through once more, a lighthearted chuckle accompanying her instructions.

"You probably thought I would die and then disappear, but no, I wrote my name on the walls of the city, just like silly teenagers."

Her spirit is alive in these words, a playful reminder that her essence will forever be intertwined with these streets.

Arriving at her old school, he gazes upon her high school year picture. A tender smile graces his lips as he traces the contours of her youthful visage.

"I'm leaving this life, which is necessary, and there's no need for me to be in your life too."

Sunghoon's footsteps echo through the corridors of her home, each step a silent acknowledgment of their shared memories. He methodically packs her belongings, the mundane task now infused with profound significance. Yuna's absence reverberates, each item a testament to the life they once shared.

Polaroids, fragments of stolen joy, grace the walls and his phone case. Tears well in his eyes as Yuna's voice fills the void.

"I'm for real, Sunghoon. Please don't make me the next ghost in your life after your father. I don't want you to be tied to me. Please move on. This is my last wish."

Amidst the cascade of emotions, he attempts to paint over their handprints, a futile attempt to erase a love that transcends time. Her voice guides him through the process, her words a soothing balm to his aching heart.

'i want you to listen to new songs to enjoy life to the fullest do things that you want but also love.

With Yuna's final plea echoing in his ears, Sunghoon's path is set. He makes his way to PHS, determination coursing through his veins. A meeting with the company's owner becomes a moment of reckoning. Armed with a fire extinguisher.

"sunghoon? what happened? "

'you know my condition got worse after they built a factory near the village well they say an air conditionner is a blessing for the working but its expensive well comfort has it's price.'

He recalls her words as he smashes the extinguisher against the office surroundings, the metallic clang echoing his frustration. The wreckage left in his wake serves as an emblem of his newfound resolve.

"call the security "

"no need im resigning "

As he leaves, Sunghoon declares his resignation, his voice a potent mixture of liberation and defiance.

In that moment, he takes his first steps toward fulfilling Yuna's final wish, a promise etched in fire and tears.

⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ 5 years later⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

Five years later, Sunghoon steps into a bustling hub of hope—a cooperative dedicated to those battling cancer in Gangwon. His presence is a testament to his unwavering commitment to change lives, to sow seeds of compassion in the soil of his past pain.

In the corridors of this sanctuary, his legacy is woven into the tapestry of support that embraces those who walk the path he once trod. With a heart both resolute and tender, Sunghoon channels his resources to uplift those who, like his father and Yuna, grapple with the formidable adversary of cancer.

His gestures, both monumental and quiet, reverberate like ripples in a pond, reaching far beyond the confines of a corporate entity. Sunghoon's mission is etched with purpose—to provide solace, understanding, and a glimmer of light to those who navigate the labyrinthine journey of illness.

Within these walls, Sunghoon finds not just redemption for his past, but a poignant connection to the lives he seeks to touch. His strides carry the weight of a promise fulfilled—a promise to honor Yuna's memory and forge a legacy that defies the darkness of despair.

As he moves through the halls of the support center, his eyes meet the gazes of those he has helped, and there is an unspoken understanding—a shared bond that transcends words. With every action, Sunghoon breathes life into the memories of his father and the love he once held in his arms. In the dance of his philanthropy, the echoes of Yuna's voice remain, guiding him forward with every step.

The end

Author's note:
I was also thinking about making sunghoon join his lovely wife but this is better 🥱
anyways thank you all for sticking with me to the end and for giving this book a chance i appreciate each one of you who made it here
your support really matters to me even one single vote or a comment makes me really happy!!!

Btw would you guys be interested in a bodyguard heeseung ff 🫢🤞