Sinking In The Deep End - Chanlix

Twelve

I'm sinking in the deep end,
I'll just try to cry myself to sleep,

[a/n: TW: slight gore descriptions]

The two brothers stood at the gates of the cemetery. The place looked nothing like what you'd see or read about in movies or books but it still had an odd, spine-chilling atmosphere to it. At first sight, you wouldn't have thought anyone had even stepped onto its grass in decades. They pushed the creaky gate open, stepping cautiously onto the slightly muddy ground with one foot at a time.

"Wow, this isn't mysterious at all." Felix commented, sarcasm ridden in his voice.

"It's a graveyard, Felix." Minho spoke, looking at the younger like he was absolutely insane, "What were you expecting? Sunshine and rainbows?"

"Maybe? I've never been to one of these before!" Felix jokingly defended himself, lifting his arms in a 'surrendering' motion and making Minho chuckle.

They wandered across the grass, examining the area in hopes they'd see or hear the younger's boyfriend. They carried on looking out for the male, not expecting their 'search' to be so difficult. Felix looked around by the gravestones whereas Minho went to search around the back of the large church-like building.

He took it step by step as he strolled slowly around the towering building made of brick and stone, fearing that maybe they were too late. Then he came across something that made his heart drop.

He approached it carefully, bending over the lifeless appearing body of his best friend and the love of his brother's life.

Said brother's footsteps were heard in the distance but Minho couldn't let him see this. "Felix stay over there. Please."

Despite the blood that looked like it had been dripping from the boy's side merely hours before that moment, Minho had hope. Despite the blood stained shard of rock that appeared to have been broken off of probably his mother's grave and laid in the right hand of the boy, Minho had hope. Despite the doubts sitting in the back of his brain that he had gone and actually lost one of their team they called 'the Stray Kids', Minho had hope.

"I- is that?" Felix's heartbroken voice muttered behind Minho, something inside both of the boys shattering.

"Felix, wait." Minho said, calm in his tone which was nothing compared to how he felt deep down.

The older reached his hand out towards the wrist of Chris' body, ignoring the small sobs coming from his brother. He lifted the male's wrist and felt for a pulse, slightly feeling something. He hesitated as he felt Chan's chest, that shattered part of him piecing back together.

"He's breathing. He's alive, Felix." Minho turned to look at Felix, the way the freckled boy's eyes lit up was enough glue to the fix what had shattered in him.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Fekix muttered, wiping his tears and staring at his boyfriend's body.

"Yeah. We're the Stray Kids, we'll be just fine." Minho smiled, slowly removing the shard from Chan's hand. It was taken directly out of his mother's grave, her name was on it. Why'd he choose to put in the effort to make sure it was that part?

"Stray Kids?" Felix chuckled. "Okay, that's cool." Felix turned his gaze to the shard. "What did he do?"

"He tried and thankfully failed." Minho mumbled, the topic bringing him discomfort.

"He meant it then..."

"Meant what?"  Minho looked back over at his brother, who had crouched beside him and helped Minho lift up his body.