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Minho closed the trash bag tight then enveloped it in another black bag. He then threw it all in the back of Jisung's wardrobe along with, apparently, a collection of dildos.
The floor was spotless clean and the butcher knife rested in a drawer with its siblings.
Min had changed himself and Ji all while trying to keep them awake as their vitals dropped slowly but surely.
He had found Ji's bleach in his personal bathroom's cabinet and dropped it in water along with their bloody clothes. The smell was strong but it was nothing new for Jisung's roomates at least, since they always dyed her hair.
Finally, with shakey hands he took his phone and dialed the number.
"This is 911 what's your emergency?"
"Ehm... I think-" he gulped:
"I think my partner just overdosed"
They passed his call to a medical operator.
The nurse who answered talked fast yet with a soft tone and instructed him to tilt their head upwards so that they wouldn't choke on vomit in case that happened. She then reassured him that help was already on the way.
Minho left his phone on the table and sat on the couch near his Ji.
"They're coming" he announced.
But Ji gave no sign of having heared him.
"Ji...you need to stay awake"
Nothing.
Feeling absolutely exhausted, Minho slapped her face once again but this time it didn't really work.
"Ji..." he repeated, shaking his body.
"Ji...please..."
Tears stained their white t-shirt as Minho hopelessly tried to get her to wake up.
He tried everything: he screamed and cried, pinched them, slapped them, poured a whole glass of water on her face, pressed ice cubes to their skin, even looked for salts to make him smell but nothing...absolutely nothing worked.
Minho just stood there, blank, for the first time in his life unable to come up with something.
The ambulance is almost here. They'll know what to do. Yeah, they-
He tried to tell himself.
But Jisung's chest wasn't moving. Their lips weren't parting to inhale air anymore. And her heart...her heart was stopping.
Minho pressed his cheek on their chest, clinging to those lazy beats as anguish threatened to overcome him.
He counted in his mind as he performed a desperate attempt at cpr and every time he had to meet her lips more and more tears flowed, drowning his thoughts in helplessness because...
because the love of his damn life was dying. And it was all his fault.
"NOOOO!!" he screamed:
"THIS ISN'T FAIR!! THIS ISN'T FUCKING FAIR. WAKE UP GODDAMN IT, DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE JI, PLEASE...I NEED YOU!"
he sobbed into their clothes and felt it, right under his digits when Jisung's heart beat for the last time.
An inhuman screech rose from him, along with the small amount of soul he had left.
He barely even noticed what he was doing as he walked to the kitchen and popped the remaining pills into his hand. He didn't allow himself water so they slid down his throat scraping it harshly and he felt like he deserved every second of that pain.
Once he was done he slipped next to his Jisung on that couch and nuzzled his face into their skin. She already felt colder.
"I'm so sorry, Ji..." he mumbled, already feeling sleepy:
"I hope you'll forgive me when we meet again..."
He kissed their lips fondly one last time.
"I love you and I will love you until death and beyond..."
Then he let himself drift into nothingness, calm now that he knew he'd see his baby again soon.
"My queen..."
were his last words, barely audible and yet the most important.
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Fanfiction"Where do you even come from?" "Ehm... Christian school?" "PFFT- Welcome to hell, saint boy" (enby jisung au)
