Who's gonna hold Minho?

Felix and Changbin danced slowly on the sweet melody of a violin.

Everything seemed so magical, yet Changbin couldn't help but only stare at the person in front of him.

-I know I've been ignoring you lately... Felix looked away in shame. I'm really sorry! I was so focused on helping Jisung with something and-

Felix stopped talking as he slowly realised he wasn't just lying to his boyfriend, but also to himself.

He cleared his throat and wrapped his hands around the older's neck, gluing their foreheads together.

-Actually, no... I've been distracting myself on purpose. Because I'm scared, he admitted.

-Of me? Changbin asked worried.

-No. Of being intimate. Of letting you see me the way I am. I am a mess. I am terrified. And I'm think of myself so little for fearing a thing that's so common. Everyone does it, so why can't I? Maybe because I didn't do it when everyone did it. I don't know, but I was always scared of it. I really like you! But when we were on the bed together I panicked.

-Lixie... It's normal to he scared, Changbin pulled him in a hug. We don't have to do anything if you're not ready. I love you just the way you are. I love each moment we spend together. Sweet or spicy, he laughed. Please tell me everytime you feel like this. We can fix it together, alright?

-Okay, Felix dug his face into the crock of Changbin's neck and closed his eyes.

The truth had set him free. Perhaps Changbin was the one for him and the one that was meant to chase away his fears. He just needed to stay and see for himself.

Seungmin peeked at the pair one last time before closing the door and giving them their well-deserved privacy.

-That was so nice of you, Jisung! he smiled proudly before turning back and spotting Jisung on the floor, leaning on the wall and breathing rapidly.

-Fuck... he groaned as he placed his own hand on his chest.

-Jisung? What happened? Hey! I'll call the ambulance! he searched his pockets for the phone, but Jisung grabbed his wrist to stop him.

-Don't... Give me a minute, he whispered as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

-I'll bring help!

-There's no use...

-What do you mean? Seungmin asked fully panicked.

-I'm dying, Jisung admitted as he squinted his eyes. I have five days left. Or maybe less.

-What?

-I'm sorry... I didn't want you to find out. Not like this anyway.

-There must be a way-

-There isn't, he cut him off. Help me get up, please! I need to get to Jeongin.

-Jeongin? He knows?

-He... I asked him to keep it a secret. Don't be mad at him!

Seungmin bent down confused and put Jisung's arms around his shoulders to help him stand up.

They walked slowly to the car and didn't stop until they reached Jeongin's studio.

Jisung explained everything as clearly as he could. He knew most of it sounded surreal, but the number burning on his wrist was enough to make Seungmin fully believe the story.

He looked out the window and watched the city bathing in colors. The sun shining bright in a cold winter day. It looked so perfect. And it was one of his last memories on earth.

When they got to the studio, Jeongin rushed outside to help Seungmin with Jisung.

-What's wrong? Who caused this? the maknae checked Jisung's wrist in horror.

-I think Seungmin and Felix did it this time, Jisung smiled, pitying himself.

-Wh-what? No, I-

-It's alright, Seungmo... I'm glad you love me enough to get my numbers low. I feel blessed. Truly, Jisung gave him a reassuring smile which shocked the younger.

They walked inside the dance room where Jisung asked for a chair.

-We should get him to a hospital!

-And tell them what? That he's a 400 years old man with a deadly curse on him? Hyung, this isn't a medical condition. It's greater than that, Jeongin explained.

-Does your neck hurt, Jeonginnie? My wrist is burning for some reason, Jisung mumbled half awake.

-Your neck? Seungmin checked the maknae's nape and spotted the mark. Are you...

-No! I'm not dying. I'm his reaper.

-Reaper?

-Yes. I'm meant to help him get to the other side safely.

-Oh my God... Seungmin fell on his knees, overwhelmed by the amount of information thrown in his face.

-I will tell Minho.

The younger boys froze in their place as they heard the painful words coming from Jisung.

-You will? Jeongin uttered surprised.

-You have to help me. I need to explain everything to him, but I can't look him in the eyes. I want you to record me.

-Hyung, that's not fair. He should know from you.

-It is from me. It is my way of telling him that I love him one last time without crying. And when I'm gone, you can show this to him to help him heal.

-He should know beforehand, Jeongin insisted.

-I can't break his heart like that, Jisung shook his head. I'm begging you, Jeongin! Let me have this one last moment with him.

-Okay... Jeongin felt a lump forming in his throat as he pressed play on the camera.

When he was done, Jisung let himself sigh and bury his red face into his palms.

His strength was almost back, but his legs were still shaking and his wrist burning.

Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand and broke into a loud sob.

Each one of Jisung's words hit him in the chest like an arrow. He crumbled completely, letting his eyes water with sorrowful tears.

Jeongin kneeled down and engulfed him into a hug.

-It's okay, hyung. Let it out!

-I feel like something died in me, he uttered with a painful scream.

-I know, baby. I know.

-Why aren't you crying? he asked devastated.

-I have been crying behind closed doors for months now. I have been mourning him since the moment we met, Jeongin revealed. But look how far he's come! Look how much love he holds in his hands. He knew he was doomed and still did it for Minho. We can only offer him hapiness in his last days, Jeongin kissed Seungmin's forehead.

-I don't think I can do that, he sniffed.

-That's okay, Jeongin tucked a strand of hair behind his boyfriend's ear. You're very brave, hyung. You're very strong for admitting it. You can cry. I'll be here to hold you.

-Who's gonna hold Minho hyung when he finds out? Seungmin raised the excruciating question.

Jeongin looked at Jisung who stood silent, feeling guiltier than ever.

-We all are, Jeongin reassured both of them. We'll be there for him. We won't let him break.

-Jisung, why don't you bring Minho hyung over to dinner? Let's dine together! The four of us, Seungmin struggled to say.

-I guess... I could eat, he smiled.

__________________________________Poor Jisung =(((

It'll be very sad...

I also feel pretty down now, hence this chapter

Thank you for reading!!!