ghost of you // minsung

and i chase it down with a shot of truth

Suddenly, Jisung was gone. When Minho opened his eyes, the boy that was once in his arms had disappeared into thin air.

"Jisung?" Minho's voice quivered. His mind began to race, questions of where he went and assurances that Jisung was just here. All of a sudden, Minho's lungs felt like they were being squeezed and unable to expand for air. The rivers became oceans, and a quietness became a piercing scream. Minho was past his breaking point, completely shattered into tiny pieces that were no longer visible to the eye.

His eyes were widened, frantically looking around for Jisung. "No!" He shouted. The purple headed boy sobbed hysterically, not letting himself give up. "Jisung!"

Minho started to run. He didn't care that he was still wasted, and tripping over his feet. He didn't pay any mind to anything that fell to the floor. Minho had bolted across his house, trying to find his lover that slipped from his fingers like particles of sand. He would call out Jisung's name until his throat gave out, until only a whisper could break through.

Minho slid the curtains open with a harsh yank, seeing if maybe Jisung was hiding. His anxiety reached new heights as he eyed every area of the first floor house, and the brunette boy was nowhere in sight.

Minho tore at his skin, scratching so roughly that his skin became red and blotchy. He cried out for his husband, grasping at his faded hair and tugging it so. "Please don't leave me!" He wailed into the air.

Although the world was spinning and blurry, Minho ignored it all as he ran up the staircase of his once shared home. He continued to call out to Jisung, which of course resulted in no response.

Each door to every room was nearly thrown open with force. Minho thoroughly searched through every nook and cranny for the ghostly boy, chasing imaginary footsteps to find him. The poor boy was manic.

"Jisung, come back!" Minho shouted as his chest started to tighten and ache severely. He gasped for air, but his lungs almost felt like they couldn't cooperate. Minho clutched the purple shirt as he tried to grab at his chest, which rose in pain levels.

Why was his heart rate skyrocketing into uncharted levels? Why was his chest feeling like an entire house, furnished and all, was sitting on top of it? Why did it feel like he was drowning underwater while being engulfed in a blaze of fire?

Minho fell to his knees as he choked out a sob. Everything was becoming fuzzier, and Minho couldn't tell if it was from his constant tears, his drunken state, or the unbearable discomfort that was spreading too fast.

Minho's hand still remained on his chest as his body sank to the carpet below. Dark spots coated his vision, and Minho thought his pain was hitting a huge peak. His heart was spearheading all of his vital organs, and Minho thought that maybe he needed to finally rest.

"Jisung..." Minho whimpered as his head pounded in his skull as his vision faded to black.

All he could do was think of his husband in that final moment.

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