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🐯 Minghao - I couldn't save him...

~ Minghao's POV ~

I love filming Going Seventeen for many reasons, but mainly, because it's fun. It feels like I'm just hanging out with my friends, and there just happens to be some cameras nearby.

Today, we were going to film a hide-and-seek game. We have already done some similar episodes, but it's very entertaining, so the producers decided to do it again.

Well, I'm not complaining, hide and seek used to be my favorite game growing up, and I'm good at it. Although it's not about winning, it's about being fun and entertaining.

We arrived at the location in the morning, and went over the rules and time-table. We would film until midday, have lunch, and continue filming until it gets dark.

In the first round, Vernon and Jeonghan were chosen to be the seekers. I teamed up with Joshua, and we ran off to find a great spot. During, we talked about our favorite movies, songs and some childhood stories too. At the end, we were found after 20 minutes, making us almost last place.

That wasn't a problem, none of us were that competitive anyway. We were just about to start the next round, when Woozi asked for time-out.

- What's up, Jihoon? - Cheol approached him, and we all listened intently.

- I'm just not feeling that great, I feel like my heart is going too fast. - He looked pale and out of breath, I started growing concerned.

- Um, okay. Do you want to sit this one out maybe? - The leader asked, helping the younger sit down.

- Nah, it's fine, I just need... a couple of minutes... - He answered, taking deep breaths. I started looking for a small fan, but he slowly stood up, and signaled, that we can start.

- Minghao, do you want to stay with me, I really don't want to be alone like this. - he asked me, and I silently nodded. I smiled worriedly, and we started walking.

He stayed silent for the majority of the round, only giving short answers. He was panting, and held onto me for support. I was about to suggest, that he should really lay down, when we saw the seekers running towards us.

I instinctively grabbed his hands, and started running with him, to find a hiding place quickly. He kept up, but when we finally squatted down under some stairs, he almost collapsed.

- Oh, god, are you okay? - I supported him, but I didn't need an answer. He was as white as a ghost, his eyes distant, and he was clutching his chest.

- Call... an ambul... - He was unable to finish his sentence, when his body fell backwards, where he hit his head, and stayed down, unconscious.

- Jesus, hyung, are you okay? - I was in a panic, trying to figure out what to do. I assessed him, and saw that he had a small cut in the back of his head. But more concerning, his breathing became really slow. - What do I do? Help, someone help!

My yells were answered by our two cameramen, who were left behind, but found us finally. One of them got his phone out, and dialed 112, while the other... kept filming?

- What are you doing, help me! Put down the damn camera! - He carefully placed it on the ground, and ran up to me. I explained the situation as calmly as possible, but my story was cut short.

- Hao, he's... he's not breathing! - The cameraman yelled, and started performing CPR on Jihoon.

The whole world came to a halt. I felt my body moving, but my mind was overtaken by the thought of him dying. He was slipping away in front of my very eyes.

I felt hands supporting me, voices shouting and questions being asked, but I was in shock, literally. I watched as they pressed down on his chest, and after each halt to press his pulse, they continued.