voicemail | moonbin

together at last

it was 3:58AM, September 5th.

moonbin woke up to a frenzy of nurses rushing into the hospital room.

he slept next to you on your hospital bed, his arm wrapped around your waist as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck; something he hasn't done in a while.

why are they here?

why are they here?

why are they here?

moonbin's gazes urgently scanned the room, hoping that the worst hadn't occurred.

no, no it couldn't have happened.

she was okay, she was always okay!

he suddenly felt the coldness of your body against his warm one.

it couldn't be.

"y/n? y/n?!" moonbin asked anxiously, shaking your shoulder urgently.

at one point he had desperately placed his head on your cold chest, trying to feel your beating heart.

he felt numb.

"no...no no no!" moonbin cried, pressing your cold, lifeless body closer to his as he tried to feel warmth.

he couldn't believe it.

the girl who always attacked him in cuddles was lying dead in his arms.

dead.

dead.

moonbin couldn't get that word out of his head.

was that how people were going to call you now, dead?

he would refuse to call dead. it didn't suit you, and it never would.

but another voice in his head said you were dead.

you were dead in his arms.

and as nurses and doctors tried to pry moonbin off of you, he would scream and cry like a child, not wanting to be separated from you.

not until he was led away by nurse taeil.

and until morning, moonbin quietly laid in his bed, tears streaming down his face as he continued to search for some type of feeling in his body.

he couldn't feel anything anymore.

all he could think about was the cold, lifeless body that belonged to you.

you, who had always begged to go outside in the moonlight just to kiss him.

you, who loved kids, and wanted to have 2 beautiful children, a daughter and son.

you, who always loved singing, your voice filling up the apartment 24/7.

god, he could just make out your light, airy voice when you sang in their apartment.

"Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time

Out of the mist your voice is calling, it's twilight time

When purple colored curtains mark the end of day

I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time

Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done

Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun

I count the moments darling till you're here with me

Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue

Here in the same and sweet old way, I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old

Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold

Each day I pray for evening just to be with you

Together at last at twilight time

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue

Here in the sweet and same old way, I fall in love again as I did then

Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old

Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold

Each day I pray for evening just to be with you

Together at last at twilight time

Together at last at twilight time"

you would always sing this before you and moonbin slept, dancing gracefully around the apartment with moonbin, ending with a kiss, and an adoring gaze from moonbin.

moonbin cried harder, for your voice that would never comfort him anymore.

but, through all his sadness, he quietly sang your song, hoping you would sing along with him, but he never heard your voice.

you and him would never be together again.