You're My Cure•.Min/hyunsung Fanfic

.•.The Hardest Part.•.

Sometimes this life feels unreal.
People come and go just like a vapor in the wind. Here today and gone Tomorrow.
When the vapor finally vanishes, there is nothing you can do to get it back.
You want to see that vapor again, so you keep making more of them. But eventually you will be sick of seeing them go.
The hardest part is when the vapor leaves without warning.

"Jisung, you can come back." The sudden mention of the boys name made him jump out of his seat and he rushed to the doctor as quickly as possible. Four days in ICU, Minho was finally in a visiting state. But of course, Jisung already knew what the outcome of this was going to be. "We tried everything we could, but there's just nothing that seems to be helping." The words were quick to make the boy start crying. Even if he knew what would happen, and even if he didn't get his hopes up. His heart just collapsed all over again. "Can I please see him?" Asked the boy with teary eyes. The doctor nodded and took him back to the room where Minho was. The sight crushed the boy. "Hyung~.." he whispered while sitting beside Minhos bed, his voice cracking. Minhos face was so pale, and his eyes were just so tired looking. "Sung..I love you." Jisung looked up at the ceiling so that his tears wouldn't fall. "You can still make it, Minho."  The older shook his head. "I can't...but.." he slowly held out his hand, reaching for Jisung's. Without the younger realizing, he slid his bracelet into the boy's hand. When jisung looked down he couldn't help but break down. "What are you-."
Minho immediately shushed Jisung. "We both know that I'm not gonna make it, but I just want you to know I'm so glad I'm not dying miserable like I thought I would." He smiled slightly as he held his friend's hand. "My last days with you has been so great, and I want you to live happily too. Can you do that for me, please?" The olders whispers only made jisungs heart hurt even more. How could he possibly live without his only friend. "I told Yongbok to take care of you for me, and maybe you can even get a new roommate who will love you as much as I do." He said, also trying his best to not cry. "No!? Minho stop!" Jisung cried.
"Jisung, all I ask is that you don't do what I did. Please don't push other people away, because you will miss out on so much."
An agonizing and painful sensation came across jisungs throat, and his eyes closed as he gripped Minhos hand tighter.
Reality has crashed into him harder than ever.
"Promise me you won't?" Asked the older.
Jisungs stayed silent, knowing that he couldn't promise anything to Minho. Of course he can't pretend like this never happened. "Yeah, I promise."
And just like that the promise was already broken. He will never forgive this world for what it has done to him. Starting today he will never let anyone into his heart.

It was that night that Minho had passed away in his sleep. Jisung sat in the room with dreadful tears running down his face as the doctors came in to collect all of Minhos things.
While sitting cris-cross on his bed, he stared at his headphones and laptop that laid out in front of Him. His entire body was pounding and he huffed loudly every time he would exhale. Before long he was the only one in the room. No one even bothered checking on the boy. But of course he already knew that no one has ever been there for him. No one but Minho of course. "Minho..Lee Minho..." he whispered.

All night he stayed in the same spot, looking at the laptop and headphones. When he took a break, he was ripping posters off of his wall.
When he wasn't ripping posters off of his wall, he was finding things he could break.
Is this really how he is gonna have to live his life forever? 'How could the doctors leave Minhos bed in here?' He thought to himself.

One Month Later

Jisung sat peacefully on his bed, reading a book while listening to music through his headphones. It had been a little over a month since Minho's death. Obviously he wasn't over it, but the boys heart had hardened like a rock.
His reading session was soon interrupted by the sound of the door knob being fidgeted with, which made him look up with confusion.
A longer haired boy bursted through the door holding a box and wearing a fairly happy smile.
The boy then tripped, the box falling from his arms and scattering on the ground. "Shit!!" He yelled out, making the brunette flinch. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of this random guy coming into the room. "Oh hey, you must be my new roommate!!"
Just like the boy was having Deja vu, his eyes widened. A rush of memories flooded his mind while looking at this new guy, Minho's final words ringing in his ears. "Jisung, all I ask is that you don't do what I did. Please don't push other people away, because you will miss out on so much. maybe you can even get a new roommate who will love you as much as I do."
With a tear sliding down his cheek he smiled back at the boy. "Hey, I-I'm Jisung."

THE END