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"izumi, have you finished packing?" her father questioned. izumi looked up from her duffle bag, sat on the floor with her folded clothes neatly packed in her bag. they were going for two nights, one day. it was jeongin's first time visiting and she didn't want it to be a bad memory, so she wanted to take him out after the memorial.
"yeah." izumi zipped up the duffle bag, shrugging it onto her shoulder before standing up. she grabbed her phone and earphones before exiting her bedroom. her father stood at the bottom of the staircase, his things were already in the car. he glanced up at his daughter, however izumi noticed how he was staring more above her than at her. before she could question him, her father spoke up.
"when did jeongin say he was coming?" her father questioned, taking her duffle bag. izumi checked her phone, but before she could answer him, the familiar ringing of the doorbell had beat her to it. "speak of the devil." her father swung open the door, smiling brightly at the young boy as izumi slipped on her shoes and jacket whilst the two had their man to man chitchat.
"ready." izumi declared, standing up straight.
izumi laid the flowers on the grave. white lillies and zinnias for the two of them. she stood up, standing next to jeongin as her father said his words to his wife and son. "are you okay?" she whispered, noticing how the boy was frozen stiff. he was holding back his emotions, trying to stay strong. however, his shaking hands gave him away. he was broken.
"it's okay to cry." she reassured, taking hold of his hand. jeongin squeezed her hand, his body shaking as the sobs that had been begging to escape did so. izumi immediately pulled the boy into a hug, placing a hand on his head as she allowed him to cry into her shoulder.
the reason as to why jeongin was so important to izumi was because he was friends with her late brother. park jisung. him and jeongin were inseparable, they had met each other after joining the school's dance club and had become best of friends since.
izumi had known about jeongin, but the two had never crossed paths once when jisung was alive. him and jisung were always up in their room, so they never had really gotten to know each other before.
when she had seen him again during the showcase; after the accident, she knew she had to invite him into their group. she enjoyed watching him dance, and he was a lot like jisung to her. sometimes she felt bad, as if she were simply using jeongin for her broken heart. she also felt bad for jisung who she wished she was closer to. the two siblings got along, but they never hung out as much as izumi wished they had.
after izumi and jeongin became friends, jeongin became precious to izumi. he became her little brother that she didn't want to lose this time, that was why she always took such good care of jeongin.
"it's okay." she reassured, tracing circles on his back as he cried his heart out. she remembered that she was a mess the first time she had visited their graves. she only had herself to blame for that day. izumi released a heavy sigh, her own tears blurring her vision. however, she blinked them away, knowing that she had to be there for jeongin in that moment.