What if...?

PART 8

[BANGCHAN]
[HANJISUNG]
[YANGJEONGIN]

(but mainly bangchan)

Chan was always nice to everyone. He had been training for pretty long just watching everyone around him dissappear. He wanted to make as much friends as he can and help as many people as he can. But you can't help everyone. Especially when you have to also help yourself. And being away from home wasn't helping honestly. Chan was exhausted. But at the same time he couldn't sleep. All he could do was work until he's passed out and that way get a few hours of sleep.

For now his closest friends were innie and ji. They were both younger than him but Chan enjoyed their company regardless. Him and Han spent lots of time producing and having fun with some rap songs. And jeongin was the cutest creature ever that always magically made his mood better. There were always smiling and laughing together. Even at times when jeongin was struggling and nearly got kicked out of the company they were trying to have fun. (sadly innie's wonky smile was slowly dissappearing since his dad made him get braces,  but his smile was still the cutest)

But even tho Chan had ji and jeongin, he was fading little by little. You could see his skin getting paler each day, his figure getting smaller, his dark circles bigger. His hair was falling off little by little, Chan fainted very easily, the clothes on his body looked like there was just a hanger underneath. Han tried talking to him about what's going on but all he got were silent tears and a "wrist reveal". The younger boy's face was so painful to watch. The look of sadness and slight disappointment, but at the same time a lot of pity. That look physically hurt Chan. Next was jeongin. He just had to tell him everything and he'll give up on him too. That way he can go in piece.

..................

"hey channie hyung, what are you doing. Are you okay?" jeongin asked when the oldest suddenly hugged him in the middle of their dance practice.

"I'm so sorry..." and that's how it started. Chan told him everything. About his ed, sh, depression, suicidal thoughts, everything...

That look hurt even more...

The look of pure horror...

A silent river.

A weak body trembling in the cold.

A song fastly written on a piece of paper.

He was ready.

He left his favorite jacket on the bridge and put the piece of paper in its pocket before slowly climbing on the restricting ropes on the edge of the bridge. Just one more step. One more step and then peace.

And he did it...

He made a small step forward and let go....

Sirens.

News reporters.

Police.

There was a body found.

After identifying the face the police could tell its name once has been Bang Christopher Chan...

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I am so sorry.