48 hours | minsung

12:14 AM

October 10 — Forty seven hours and forty six minutes before The Tragedy.

Jisung is supposed to be focused on arranging the songs that Chan had just given to him three hours prior. Jisung is supposed to be happily bickering with Changbin right now about his slow progress with his assigned task in hand.

He shouldn't be staying like this in the corner of his bedroom—curled up on his knees, fast and shaky breaths coming out of him along with the hot tears that cascaded down his face—while his phone laid open and continued to show him the series of news articles that sent him into a spiral of nothing but pure, genuine fear. It was officially declared by the International Space Unified Organization.

The world is ending in two days, at exactly forty eight hours, and there is absolutely no way to stop it.

Now, Jisung is just starting to rise up with the dream he had worked so hard for. Him, Changbin, and Chan were just starting to have a consistent stream of support directed to their carefully-made crafts. He was just starting to be recognized, his art was starting to be appreciated by the right audiences. His life was just about to start.

"Jisung?" Hyunjin's voice suddenly came from the other side of his door, breaking his train of thoughts that went on and on inside his head. Hearing that alone with his concerned and equally scared tone brought more tears and harsh sobs out of him. "Ji, is the door open? I'll be coming in."

Jisung couldn't get any words to form out of his tongue. His best friend had probably taken his silence as a yes, as the doorknob slowly opened and revealed his tall figure. God, why does it already feel like they're an hour away from being wiped out of the universe? Hyunjin slowly approached the younger man, but he had already reached out to him in the tightest hug he could ever give him for the first time ever.

"Hyu–Hyun, I'm so fu–fucking scared," Jisung cried, his voice giving up into broken whimpers as soon as he finished his sentence. He dug his wet face into the crevice of Hyunjin's neck, and the latter immediately wrapped his arms around him securely. Judging by his shaking shoulders, he knows Hyunjin is already crying too.

"I guess we need to have our bucket list ready now, eh? We're dying earlier than we've expected," Hyunjin tried to joke, but it heavily failed to pierce through the suffocating atmosphere around the room. When he knew his efforts were in vain, he sighed softly and cradled Jisung closer to him, trying to comfort him even if he felt the same amount of despair in his body.

"I don't wan–want to die yet, I d–don't want to die," the younger man whispered in his small, completely hoarse voice. He looked up at his friend, their bloodshot gazes meeting each other instantly. He just couldn't believe he's losing the chance to relieve their moments together in two days. "I–I'm still— We're st–still so young."

Hyunjin chuckled humorlessly, already devoid of any existing emotion. "It was a nice lifetime, so let's make sure we'll have it that way until we get wiped out of this forsaken universe."

They both stayed on each other's arms on the floor with any other words exchanged. Nothing else but the sounds of each other's crying noises filled Jisung's bedroom. Even all of the city noises outside of their condominium unit seemed to have gone still at that hour. Ten minutes later, Jisung's phone started vibrating with notifications of messages from his other friends.

The clock continued ticking forward, bringing them closer and closer to all of mankind's demise.