❁ཻུ۪۪ 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈 || 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙊𝙇𝙎𝙊𝙊

𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉

BREATHE . 

THERE'S a million ways Jisoo imagined he'd die. More than 95% of them were at the hands of his own mother, his past, and his faults. 

Still, he hoped that the small amount of happiness he experienced in that mere five percent would eventually lead to natural causes. 

He hadn't pictured it would end this way; not when he finally learned to live. 

Before he could get more information out of the woman, she dismissed their meeting like it was a regular Tuesday for some phone call, and yet she still expected him to give up his life for hers?

"...you and your partner..." 

Like hell he'd let that happen. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

"SO, let's get this straight, you want me to what? Hire a bodyguard because you think my fans are getting out of hand?" Seungcheol looks down at Jisoo who sits on their couch, dead serious at his proposal. "Soo, you know how absolutely ridiculous that sounds right? I rarely even post myself-" 

"Hansol posted your behind the scenes, and it got over two million likes." 

Seungcheol takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, "I'll be right back. I have a phone call to make."

"Take your time." 

Jisoo waits for the male to exit the room before he collapses onto the couch, head in his hands and feeling outright exhausted. I refuse to lose you. 

Jisoo has never been the type of person to ask for anything, to need something. He'd never allowed himself to ask, not even when it came to his birthday, holidays, or when he went out with Mingyu and Minghao. 

Jisoo was a giver; he wasn't a taker. 

So, for once, all he's asking, begging, is for Seungcheol to live. 

He's not sure if that's a reasonable request. The better parts of him understand it's not guaranteed to work. Still, Jisoo hopes someone out there hears him and can protect the one person he loves. 

The only person he's ever loved.

. . .

"Wait, what is this about?" Jisoo closes his eyes, his head resting against the wall, listening to a confused Jihoon on the other end of the line.

"I need you to do something for me." He tells him, the rest of his words caught in his throat. 

"Jisoo, are you okay? Do I- Should I call Seungcheol?"