Broken (MinSung 18+)

Chapter 15

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Jisung watched as the tall, silver-haired man pursed his lips and looked around.

"Hae-Ra?" He called, loudly, while glancing down the cliff from over the rail. He cleared his throat and straightened out his clothes.

"Hae-Ra?!" He shouted again, walking back towards the ski lift. He repeated the name several times, as if he were looking for her, until he was officially out of earshot from the boy.

As soon as he was out of sight, Jisung ran over to the rail to look down.

His heart thumped so loudly he wondered if the man who left would come back just to check out the noise. He saw the girl's body, sprawled out on an icy, flat piece of mountain several feet below, though not too far. The boy immediately considered calling 911, but didn't want to cause more problems for his friends. He didn't know what to do. 

["Communicate with us."]

So he texted Minho. There was barely any signal, so his "SOS" text didn't go through or get delivered.

["Play to your strengths."] 

He assessed the area, still no one around, and looked back down to Hae-Ra before taking a handful of snow and tossing it down near her face.

Movement.

He could see the girl below moving slightly against the snow, bringing her covered boots out of it, only for them to fall back in. She held onto her head, sobbing and looking around before gazing up to see Jisung hanging over the rail with wide eyes.

He quickly placed his finger to his lips to try and tell her to keep quiet, and then held it out to signify something close to "Just a second" or "Just a moment."

Jisung started frantically taking off his jacket, hoodie, and t-shirt, leaving just his tank top underneath. Thank fucking god I get cold easily and over-bundle.

He unclipped the tightly wound hiker's rope that was dangling from his pants and tied one end of it to the railing near the edge of the mountainous path, doing his best to replicate the climbing knots that Chan had taught him. He wrung his clothes and attached them with knots to try and add length as well as strengthen the rope's hold a bit, before looking back down and tossing the rope over to get an idea of how far it would go.

Truth be told, he entirely overdid it. The rope was plenty long enough without attaching his own clothes.

He shook his head as another idea popped up. He placed his finger out again to tell her to wait, while she was frantically trying to pull herself up via the rope.

She was still holding her head, and tilted it slightly in confusion as tears continued to stream down her face. He watched her face scrunch up slightly in what he assumed was a sniffle.

He pulled the rope back up, untying the jacket as fast as he possibly could, leaving the hoodie and t-shirt just for time's sake.

I mean... I can't really save anyone if I die of hypothermia.

He continued creating small knots every six inches or so, so that her hands had something to attach to besides straight rope, before he lowered it back down and awkwardly put out a 'thumbs up.'

She raised an eyebrow and let out a chuckle amidst her quiet sobs as she grabbed onto the first knot, pulling herself up little by little.

Had Jisung not actually made these mini-knots, there was no way she would have been able to climb all the way up. Not on arm strength alone. Every time she raised her left arm, severe spikes of pain shot upwards, travelling through her body until her previously quieted sobs became louder.