angel boy // minsung

|twenty two|

Pain.

That's all he felt and that's all he knew.

All Jisung could focus on was the agonizing pain in his chest.

It felt like a bunch of bricks had been stacked on top of his chest and they were too heavy to push off. The pain of where it hurts to even breathe, like breathing is entirely rejected from his lungs. His anxiety and nausea swirled through his stomach, which no medicine could take that away. Aside from the pain concentrated in his torso, everything else felt so numb. So useless.

Jisung had sat on Minho's couch with his wings limp behind his back. They acted like a dog's tail, hanging low in guilt and shame. Everything Jisung looked at reminded him of Minho, such as the television, so it's called, and how Minho introduced him to his first tv show. Or how Minho would sleep on this couch after a long, tiring day at school and work. He looked so peaceful and beautiful in Jisung's eyes.

And now he was falling.

Falling into the pits of Hell.

Watching Minho die once was already harrowing enough for Jisung, but losing Minho twice in the span of minutes was unbearable.

Jisung's eye sockets welled with tears, and they poured down his cheeks for the umpteenth time that day. He buried his face in his hands and hiccuped as his body shook mercilessly.

Hyunjin awkwardly stood behind Jisung, not entirely sure how to handle the situation presented in front of him.

Yes, Hyunjin was at the late Minho's house because Jisung called him over in a state of shock. Jisung thought Hyunjin was the only sort of friend he could call that was nearby. He needed some comfort, but Hyunjin wasn't sure how to provide it.

As Jisung sobbed horrendously on the couch, Hyunjin stepped over and placed a hand on Jisung's shoulder. "You know, he wouldn't want you crying like this." Hyunjin spoke up. He didn't really know Minho at all, but he could tell the boy was envious of him due to his brewing feelings for his guardian. Hyunjin just thought that this was something typical to say someone who was mourning over a death.

"I failed him." Jisung said in a hushed tone.

"Yeah, you did. Quite miserably."

"You know for a demon hunter, you're really unhelpful." Jisung seethed.

"That's not what you called me over for, and you know that." Hyunjin shook his head.

Jisung sniffled and turned his attention back to a speck of dirt on the floor. "I just...I don't know what to do now that he's gone."

"Jisung haven't you ever dealt with death before?"

"Of course I have," Jisung started as he watched the demon hunter make his way over to the couch. "None of my losses have ever felt this painful.

"I'm feeling so many things but yet I feel nothing. I'm so angry that I lost him and I'm so angry that I failed him. I'm so sad that he's gone because he was truly the most beautiful soul. He was the light of my life Hyunjin, he's my purpose. What do you do when you lose the one you love? I didn't see him get taken away just once Hyunjin. I saw him die in my arms then minutes later, his soul was ripped away from my arms. I lost him twice. I don't know how to contain any of my emotions because it's so hard to just- just comprehend that he's not here anymore and that he's suffering in a place he doesn't belong, and to top it all off, I'm the reason he's down there. So yes, this is the hardest death I've ever dealt with." Jisung choked up once more and the water spilled from their buckets, as if they were leaking tremendously. His eyes were already burning from the amount of tears they produced, but no amount of tears could ever describe the real pain Jisung felt inside.