He Was My Moon- MINSUNG - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Felix got into bed beside Changbin, a sadness written all over his face.
Changbin turned to face his husband, offering him a gentle smile. "It's okay, my love... they're together now." He pressed a soft kiss to Felix's forehead, his voice soothing.
Felix bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "I know it's late, and you're tired, but... can we please go?" His voice was quiet, almost pleading.
Changbin didn't hesitate. He simply nodded. "Of course, babe. Let's go."
As they walked through the graveyard, Felix held tightly onto Changbin's hand. The night was quiet, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and their soft footsteps against the ground.
"I miss them," Felix admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Changbin nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. "Yeah... me too. More than anything."
They finally came to a stop in front of two graves.
Between them, a framed picture rested-a frozen moment of happiness. Jisung and Minho, caught in their usual chaos, with Minho playfully holding Jisung in a loose chokehold, both of them laughing like they had all the time in the world.
Felix swallowed the lump in his throat as he stared at their smiles, so full of life. Changbin squeezed his hand gently, grounding him.
"They look so happy," Felix whispered, his voice trembling.
Changbin let out a shaky exhale. "They were happy, Lix."
Felix nodded, his eyes never leaving the picture. "They were."
"Oh, come on, Min! You can't just ask me to dance and then not show me your moves!" Jisung laughed as he chased after his boyfriend.
Minho grinned, effortlessly dodging him. "I can, and I just did."
Jisung groaned, coming to an abrupt stop with his arms crossed. "God, you're so annoying."
Minho chuckled, walking back toward him. Without warning, he pulled Jisung into a warm hug, resting his chin on his shoulder. "Am I?" he asked, tilting his head playfully.
Jisung flicked his forehead with a pout. "YES, YOU ARE."
Minho chuckled, rubbing his forehead where Jisung had flicked him. "Fine, fine, I'll dance," he sighed dramatically before smirking.
Jisung's eyes lit up with excitement as Minho walked over to turn the music back on.
Jisung watched Minho move, completely mesmerized. Every step, every motion was effortless, like he was meant to dance.
"My dancing is nothing compared to yours," Jisung admitted, eyes locked on Minho.
Minho chuckled, reaching out and pulling Jisung into the dance with him. He laughed as he spun him around, their hands finding each other naturally. "You dance perfectly," he murmured once Jisung landed in front of him.
Jisung looked up at him, his smile soft, eyes filled with something deep.
"I love you," he said.
Minho froze.
Jisung studied Minho's frozen expression, his heart sinking slightly. Suddenly, he felt awkward, pulling away hesitantly.
"Was that too soon? I'm sorry," he mumbled, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
But before he could spiral any further, Minho grabbed him, pulling him into a soft, lingering kiss.
When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against Jisung's, a gentle smile on his lips. "I love you too."
Jisung gazed into Minho's eyes, his heart overflowing. "Arghhh, I can't handle all this love," he groaned, burying his face in Minho's chest and pulling him into a tight hug.
Minho chuckled, wrapping his arms around Jisung even tighter as he swayed them gently. "I love youuuuu," he dragged out playfully.
Jisung groaned, squeezing him tighter. "Oh my god, shut up," he mumbled, his cheeks burning.
Minho pulled away just enough to smirk at him. "I love youuuuu," he sing-songed, his grin widening when Jisung turned bright red.
"Seriously, stop! I will break up with you," Jisung threatened, but the effect was ruined by the way he was grinning.
Minho just chuckled before suddenly lifting Jisung off the ground.
Jisung let out a scream. "Oh my god, put me down!" he yelled, kicking his legs in panic.
Minho only laughed, jumping around while holding him. "My baby, my baby, my baby!!!" he chanted, and Jisung could do nothing but scream and laugh, his heart racing with love.
Changbin turned to Felix with a painful smile, his voice soft yet firm. "I'm sure up there, they're living happily, babe. Okay?"
Felix didn't respond. Instead, he gently pulled away from Changbin's embrace and crouched down in front of Jisung's grave. His fingers trembled as he traced his thumb over the picture on the headstone-Jisung's familiar, bright smile staring back at him. The smile he missed every single day.
"I miss you, Ji," he whispered, his voice breaking as a tear slipped down his cheek. His throat tightened, his heart aching with an unbearable weight. He let out a shaky breath, his fingers still brushing over the cold stone.
"But you..." Felix choked, a sob escaping him. "You loved Minho more than you loved life." He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling unevenly. "And I get it now... I get it."
His body trembled as the sobs wracked through him, his grief raw and unfiltered.
Changbin crouched down beside him, his arms wrapping around Felix without hesitation. He held him close, rubbing soothing circles on his back, grounding him in his warmth.
"He loved you too, Lix," Changbin murmured, his own voice thick with emotion. "He loved us all."