*Beep Beep Beep*
"Shit, he's bleeding out."
"He's really pale, and I barely feel a pulse."
"Don't let go of his wound, you idiot!"
"I'm going to faint. June's blood is on my hands."
"It's his precious blood. Keep pressing hard!"
June could hear his surroundings—from the frantic cries of his members to the sound of the hospital machinery.
He could also smell the sterility of the room, but he couldn't seem to open his eyes nor say what he was feeling.
'It fucking hurts,' he thought.
June felt a cold hand grasp onto his, and he instantly recognized it as Minjun. He wanted to tighten his hand around the young teen's, but June couldn't find the strength to do so.
"Bro. I'm sorry. Please wake up. I'll tell you everything!"
"Oh gosh, he's crying. June's crying!" Akira exclaimed.
"You're right! Tears are coming out of the corner of his eyes," Zeth said, concern heard in his voice.
What the hell?
'I'm crying?' June thought.
"What would we do if he dies? Will Zeth become our center? I don't want that."
"Don't even think about it!"
"My big bro's not going to die!"
June could still hear what they were saying, but it was slowly growing more quiet.
Just then, he felt himself being transferred to a harder surface.
"We'll take it from here," an unfamiliar voice said.
"Please take care of him well," Jay said, worry evident in his voice.
The sound of the machines became louder, and the voices became softer.
And then, he finally found the strength to open her eyes.
However, all he saw was white.
"Fuck," he managed to whisper.
He slowly became numb, with the pain of his body fading away.
No more noise.
No more pain.
'This feels nice.'
***
"In the noisy corners of the world of entertainment, a hush has descended as we bid farewell to a truly extraordinary talent. His recent passing has left a void in our hearts, but we are also grateful for having the privilege of experiencing his performances."
A silent sob was heard in the room.
"His journey was not paved with privilege from the outset. Rather, it was a climb, a climb fueled by his burning desire to share his unique perspective with the world. Through the highs and lows, he remained resolute, demonstrating that success is not a destination but a continuous, evolving odyssey."
"He was well loved by his friends, and maybe that's why his passing hurt even more—because only when we love will we be able to feel pain. And that's the beauty and cruelty of life."
"Now, as we reflect on his short legacy, it's impossible not to be moved by his voice and the radiance of his smile. The world feels dimmer without the vibrant colors he brought to it."
"We are forever grateful for the spirit that fueled his journey and for the beauty he shared with our lives."
"You will always be remembered..."
