it's so cold // jongsuk & sojin
it was that day again. he became cold throughout the years but right now, he felt colder. jongsuk felt like every part of him was part of an ice cube. he was a giant iceberg. he wondered what his sister would say if she saw him like that. he wondered if she would have been able to warm him up. because in that moment, even though he had a hot beverage on his hands and layers of clothing around him, he felt cold. how much time has it been since he felt really comfortable about his life? jongsuk still couldn’t believe that minhee was gone. more than that, he didn’t want to. he didn’t want to let go of his sister – he wanted to remember. he wanted to keep the pain because that way he didn’t feel like he was abandoning his little sister. cold as he was, jongsuk couldn’t even bring himself to cry. he just stared at the nothingness while he was waiting to be called again.
it was lunch break, but he didn’t feel like eating. the mere idea of food sounding foreigner to him. jongsuk let out a deep sigh, letting his head fall on his hands. he couldn’t live like this anymore, but he didn’t want to be over his sister’s death either. raising his head after what seemed to be hours, he turned his attention to the noise of someone approaching him. great, he thought. raising his eyes, he saw a face way too familiar. “sojin-ah” his purple lips whispered. “what are you doing here?”
Today was an important day. It wasn't a happy day, or any day that called for celebration, but it was important nonetheless and Sojin had marked the day on her calendar a few weeks back. It was a day that couldn't quite be made better, no matter what she did, but still, she was going to try. The whole day had been dedicated to this goal, as she had run around the city buying ingredients to take home and prepare food with. But no matter what she did to lighten the mood – put on the happiest music, watch cute cat videos while she waited for the rice to cook – her heart felt heavy inside her chest. She knew that he was hurting, and she knew that he wouldn't have remembered to take care of himself.
But finally, with a box of kimbap in one hand and some freshly baked cookies in the other, she left the door and went to where she knew he would be. She found him sitting at a table, head in his hands as she felt her chest tighten for him. “Jongsuk..” She began, sitting down next to him and placing the boxes in front of the boy and attempting a smile, “I made you some food. You should eat.”
