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doyoung [thirty-six]

Today was the day. Your finals had just finished, and you were about to kick off your summer break in the worst fucking way possible: with the love of your life dying.

Yours and Doyoung's last day together. When you asked him how he wanted to spend it, he simply said with you. So you took him back to the city one more time, to have breakfast with Kun, to walk around the park you had your first kiss in, to get lunch with your parents, to see the new installation at the museum, to get drinks with his colleagues, and to finally sit down and have dinner with your friends.

You couldn't bring yourself to tell them it was Doyoung's last meal, that would make it feel too real. All day had been a surreal mixture of distraction and acceptance. Of making this day a beautiful send-off while also doing your best to forget that's what it was.

Taeyong had just said something unintentionally hilarious, and the entire table burst into laughter. Yuta's barking laugh accompanied a squeeze of the Nekomata's knee, Johnny slapped the table with his large hand, the sound echoing through the room, Renjun's face turned red as he was breathless, Jeno's eyes were squeezed shut as he giggled, Jaehyun's chest shook with laughter, Jaemin's head was thrown back as he cackled, Sicheng had a wide grin on his face as he tried to reassure Taeyong that they weren't laughing at him but with him, and Doyoung even chuckled from beside you. You were also howling, tears of laughter springing to your eyes. But as you looked around at all your smiling friends, gaze finally settling on Doyoung, the tears multiplied and were soon pouring down your face, your mood catapulting off the ledge from happiness into sadness.

Your friends all sobered up as they noticed this change.

"Y/N?" Jaemin's brow was furrowed with concern. "Are you crying?"

"Woah, little lady, are you okay?" Johnny asked, reached a hand across the table to rest on your forearm.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Taeyong's nose twitched with his question, as if he was trying to sniff out the exact reason why you were crying.

"Sorry, sorry," you sniffled, grabbing a napkin to wipe at your eyes. "I just love you guys so much. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, of course we do," Yuta reassured you, eyebrow quirked up questioningly.

"Any particular reason why you're acting like it's your last day on Earth or something?" Renjun snorted nonchalantly, but he couldn't fully keep the concern from his voice.

"No," your voice was hard, and you cleared your throat in an attempt to lighten your tone. "I think I drank a bit too much earlier, with Doyoung's friends."

"Oh, an emotional drunk," Jeno snorted.

Sicheng pushed his glass of water to you, "Here, Y/N."

"Thanks," you murmured before raising the glass to your lips. The only one who hadn't said anything was Doyoung, who simply had a melancholy look on his face as he rubbed your back.