her? ⇢ chensung ✔

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"i...want to talk to him...i want to a-apologize for what i have done...please..."

chenle pleaded to jisung, his eyes teary and voice breaking as he desperately missed the love of his life, wanting to come back to his arms as quickly as he could. the older sighed as words were stuck at the back of his throat, not knowing what exactly to say, his mind constantly bringing up jaemin's promise. "w-well, it's-"

jisung was cut off as chenle's attention suddenly darted outside. following suit, he turned back to see two people running towards the other room. the shorter one was in tears and looked like he was about to break down any moment soon, while the taller comforted him. and it looked like chenle knew exactly who they were.

"mark-hyung...? renjun-gege...?" chenle trailed off as he glanced longingly at the way where the couple ran to, and it was surprisingly, the same way where jaemin ran off. did something happen? who was admitted right now?

jisung felt a course of dread as the whole thing sank in, distraught as he glanced at the younger, who was still curious on why the two unknown people were there. he fell silent as chenle started to speak, much to his horror. "hyung...can you help me up...? i wanna see...they're part of my friends..."

"i..." jisung trailed off but chenle pleaded more. "please...hyung...they're my friends...i need to know what happened..."

the older's head drooped down as he started to speak. "look, it's way too early for you to walk properly, let's..." he trailed off as he took notice of chenle trying to stand up. panicking, jisung caught chenle, pulling him into his arms as gently as he could. "i told you not to..."

"i just..." chenle trailed off, and much to his horror-

"jisungie! no, this can't be happening! this...c-can't be...happening..."

renjun's voice ringed in their ears, much to both their terror.

chenle's eyes widened as he glanced over to jisung, tears falling out of his eyes. "h-hyung..." his voice was completely shattered and barely audible as his hands shivered. "w-what happened...? p-please...tell me...i-i beg you..."

jisung let out a sigh as he was practically stuck in a very emotional impasse. he did not ever want to hurt chenle, and jaemin had clearly told him not to say a single word about this to chenle out of fear that chenle will go the same way as he did. but now, he has no choice but to confide the whole situation, praying that chenle would handle the news, albeit there is little to no chance of that ever happening.

with shivering hands, jisung said nothing as he wrapped his hands around chenle, pulling him up and became a succour for chenle to walk towards the inevitable thunderclap he was about to witness. a hand stopped chenle from reaching towards the door, jisung sighing as his voice faltered. "chenle darling, please...don't go his way. i cannot lose you too after wookjin..."

chenle was confused to say the least, but he did not say anything other than a small, unsure nod as he pushed open the door, only to see what was probably the last thing he ever fathomed seeing in his whole life.

just like what he saw before, mark and renjun were on a bed near the patient's bed, renjun in mark's arms, crying his heart out. jaemin's coffee was on a table nearby, along with a few rolls of bandages in a tray. but what immediately caught chenle's attention was the man lying on the patient's bed, completely unconscious and wrapped in bandages which are tinged crimson from the intense blood loss.

mark and renjun glanced at chenle, and renjun could not help but break down more as he immediately ran to chenle, holding his hands in his own trembling ones. "l-lele...j-jisung...he..."