Youngjae stared over the quiet city, the setting sun casting warm shadows far behind them. He could feel the slight tremor in Jaebum’s hand and he turned to look at the man he loved. Their chatter was domestic, it was of silly things, memories they had long forgotten, moments they had shared together, anything and everything. It was something that both warmed and shattered Youngjae’s heart. Jaebum’s thumb rubbed comforting circles into Yougjae’s hand as the distant sound of gunfire erupted. Youngjae vowed himself not to cry, he couldn’t cry, these last moments had to be perfect.
“Youngjae.” Jaebum’s voice broke the silence that had settled over them. Youngjae looked up to meet his friend’s, the love of his life’s eyes. Jaebum didn’t say anything, just pulled them onto their backs so that they were staring at the slowly darkening sky, stars peeking through slowly. Jaebum whispered softly how much he loved Youngjae, and Youngjae buried his face into Jaebum’s neck and they sat there, holding each other for what felt like hours. Finally, Jaebum spoke once more.
“I wanted to get married. The two of us, maybe we could have gone to America.” Youngjae buried his face deeper into Jaebum’s neck. Jaebum continued.
“We could have settled down, you could teach me some English, or maybe Mark-” Jaebum choked up at the mention of their friend, his death had been hard on both of them. 
“-he could have come and helped us settle in. I wanted to start a family, you always loved children.” Youngjae reached out to grab Jaebum’s trembling hand in his own.
“I would have liked that.” Youngjae muttered and Jaebum let out a shaky breath. They talked quietly to each other, the topic always changing, seemingly about nothing at all. Youngjae flinched when there was a loud explosion in the distance, and all Jaebum did was hold Youngjae closer.
“I love you.” Youngjae whispered, and Jaebum buried his nose into Youngjae’s hair. The last words he would ever speak to the person he loved slipping from between his lips.
“I love you too, Youngjae.”