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The girls were gone after. Their hands were in their parent's hands, the kids were going home already. The clouds were surrendering the sky, blocking the sun's rays. It was cold, and Jisung was shivering. The wind's sounds were ringing in his ears. The bank that he sat was getting warmer as it stole his body warmth to adjust. He looked around. He looked at the trees swaying softly with the wind. He heard the bird's screams as if they were playing football in the skies. He sniffled the coming winter's scent, his nose burning. 

He had lost it. He had lost this place as a comforting place. There were children around and it had vibrant colors that distracted him. It was not good when he wanted to think about it thoroughly. He recalled the time when the old man was here. Where was he now? Was he happy? Jisung didn't even remember his face, to be honest. But he'd like to know what he was doing now. He sighed and took his vibrating phone from his pocket. Minho was calling. He answered the call with a smile, ''Hi, Hyung.'' He heard some distant yelling coming from the other end. Since he couldn't quite understand what it was about, he waited for a second. ''Oh, sorry. Changbin is being a bitch,'' Minho said. ''Where are you?'' He asked after and Jisung smiled, ''At the park, was about to go but I wanted to sit for a while.'' Minho hummed from the other end of the line. ''Okay, I'm coming,'' he said after. Jisung smiled, ''Yeah, I'm waiting.'' He sighed with a smile when he hung the phone up. Hearing his voice made his heart feel like it was weightless.

Not long after, he heard footsteps coming from behind. He turned around to see Minho coming towards him with a smile. He smiled back and got up from his seat, he really wanted to go home since it was freezing. But once he properly looked at the older coming towards him, he couldn't tear his gaze away from the older's smile, it was breathtaking for Jisung. Minho was looking kind of soft today, more squeezable, more kissable, as if he was not kissable the other days. It made Jisung remember the morning and he grinned at the older. ''Hi, Hyung,'' he said. He wanted to restrain himself a little, as much as it was possible for him. Minho greeted back with the same smile, ''Hi, Hannie. Can we hurry? I'm fucking freezing.'' Jisung chuckled, he didn't expect he would curse with an innocent smile like that. He nodded and reached his hand, ''Mm, me too. Let's go.'' 

As they were walking hand in hand, Minho was humming a song that Jisung didn't recognize. Their jointed hands were swaying with each step, rhythmically with the song Minho hummed. Jisung was in his lead as he wasn't looking at the road at all, he was lost in thought. What the fuck was living? What the fuck was not existing and why the fuck Jisung was scared the fuck out of it? It was not like there were so many things in his life, except Minho. But he knew that he could create little worlds of imagination and be passionate about them. In the end, he would always know that it was all in his head. So he was so glad and thankful to Cupid, that aimed his arrow right at his heart. Minho was like the main reason for his existence. Apart from his survival instincts, Minho was a reason to breathe, eat, and keep himself warm. 

''What are you thinking about?'' Minho asked, breaking the trance Jisung was in. Jisung looked at Minho's eyes with wide eyes, what the actual fuck was he doing? He could enjoy Minho's presence next to him instead of worrying about dying someday. It was not like he could control it too but it was Minho, for fucks sake. He gave his hand a tight squeeze and smiled softly as his gaze turned to the road once again, the cold breeze sending shivers down his spine once again. ''I'm scared to die,'' he replied honestly. He had thought that Minho would add to his stupid thoughts before, so there was no need to hold back now. If someone ever would know him inside out like himself, it would and could be only Minho. The older hummed, ''Why?'' Jisung looked at him again just before he continued to keep track of his steps, his smile disappearing. ''Because I don't know what will happen to me once I die,'' he answered. He could go to hell, he could disappear or he could be reborn. ''It would hurt to say goodbye to this world where I got so used to,'' he added. He knew that most of his fear was coming from not knowing what would happen. Minho squeezed his hand as if he wanted him to look at him and Jisung did. He did look at him and saw his soft smile and felt how their steps had become slower. ''What do you believe?'' Minho asked with a soft smile. Jisung stopped in his tracks and squeezed his hand hard, ''I believe I'll just stop existing and it's so fucking scary!'' Minho chuckled at his wide eyes and pulled him to keep walking, ''Mmm.'' Jisung didn't know how the older looked so relaxed about it. How was he not going crazy thinking about it? How was he not scared?