Dust and smoke were everywhere. Their lungs were on fire—the smoke suffocating, irritating their eyes, nose, and throat. The nauseating odor clung to everything. The walls were ablaze, furniture consumed by flames. The room grew hotter with each passing second. Every flicker of fire gnawed at them like a beast—relentless, ravenous. It felt like the room was closing in, suffocating the two young men who sat dazed in the middle of it all.
The younger lifted his hand, gently caressing his hyung's cheek with his bleeding palm. A soft, dimpled smile bloomed on his face—a smile the elder had always adored.
"I will always find you, hyung," he whispered.
The words shattered the elder's composure, tears spilling down his soot-streaked face as he leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. Their lips met in a desperate kiss—an exchange of passion, sorrow, and finality. With a trembling hand, he stroked the younger's cheek and whispered:
"I love you, hyung."
"I love you more, Joon."
"Impossible," Joon chuckled, followed by a soft wince. Even a breath hurt now.
They poured all their love into that final kiss. Amid the crackling flames and smoke-choked air, something beautiful still lingered—an enchanting smile that flickered between their lips.
And then—Jin felt him still.
Joon's hand slipped from his grasp, falling limp into his lap.
Jin cradled him close, the younger's body cooling rapidly under his burning touch—opposite ends of the same fate. His own body blistered and bleeding, but all he could do was hold him. His fingers traced Joon's face delicately—his closed eyes, his tall bridged nose, his soft lips—memorizing him one last time.
A lone tear fell, landing gently on Joon's cheek, as if trying to stir life where there was none. Jin pretended, just for a moment, that Joon could still feel him—that the warmth of his touch might anchor him here.
But everything was crumbling to ash. Everything they were. Everything they had.
Joon's body—littered with stab wounds—bled steadily, cruelly. Yet he looked peaceful in his lover's embrace. Jin held him tighter, arms trembling, welcoming the fire as it closed in—because death, now, was the only place they could still be together.
The flames matched their love—burning, consuming, and forbidden.
He jolted awake in the middle of the night, gasping for breath.
The nightmare still clung to him—so vivid, so real. Panic gripped his chest like a vice, the taste of smoke and blood lingering at the back of his throat.
He stumbled out of bed—nearly falling—and rushed to the balcony. The cold air hit his skin like a slap, shocking him back into the present. His chest heaved, lungs clawing for air as his fingers curled tightly around the railing, knuckles turning white.
The grief lingered. Heavy. Crippling.
He stood there in silence, fighting to separate dream from memory, past from present, love from loss.
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