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"It started out not too badly. I thought that I could be a bit more confident if I lost a few pounds, but that soon spiralled out of control. I forgot who I was and what I liked to do. I didn't have any energy to pursue anything that I...
this isn't really a warning, more like a "please don't attack me because im way too sensitive for my own good" kinda thing
okay please enjoy :)
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The feeling of loss was peculiar. Jin didn't allow himself to submerge himself in it too often, but sometimes, he got drowned in it anyway.
He couldn't breathe.
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"They said that nothing's working."
"You're kidding me."
"Hell... why would I?"
"Screw you Choi Minho."
Jin was half asleep. The room was dimly lit. Kibum was sitting upright in his bed and Minho was standing in the doorway. He looked tired.
"What? What did I do?"
"So nothing's going to work? They're so sure of themselves?"
Minho leaned against the door frame. "I think they know more than me."
What are they talking about?
Jin tried to catch a loose string from the conversation. He was too sleepy to properly follow along.
"What did he look like to you? Good? Bad?"
"Not good, Kibum, not good."
Kibum sighed. He sighed shakily, Jin heard.
"What are we going to do?" His voice was more subdued than it had ever been; a sense of vulnerability was audible. Jin had never heard that before.
"What is there to do?"
Jin dropped off again. He fell back asleep, deciding to just let the matter go and deal with it tomorrow.
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It was over his porridge and milk that Jin finally heard. Maybe he could've figured it out from the night before and the amount that Jonghyun was crying now, but he hadn't connected the dots.
"What happened?" he asked.
Kibum glanced up. "You didn't hear did you? Jinki passed away this morning."
Jin felt his stomach plunge down to his knees.
"What-what why, how?"
"His heart...?" Taemin looked at Minho who nodded. "Yeah, it gave out because... because... yeah..."
Kibum was crying too. Jin hadn't realized that.
"I want to go home."
"Jjong, don't say that, we all know..."
"Well, hell, Kibum, I wasn't expecting him to die."
