Suddenly, without any warning, Chan seized the Reaper's mask and yanked it off. And it was just as he suspected.
"Min-Minho?"
•
Throughout the entire conversation with the Grim Reaper, Chan had an eerie feeling. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with him. And his voice-it resonated like someone he knew. Chan struggled to resist the urge to uncover his identity. But he ultimately succumbed to his curiosity.
Just as he pulled away the mask, Chan recognized the person right away. How could he not? It was his Minho.
But revealing the mask also came with consequences. Instantly, Chan was confronted by the Reaper's wrath.
The Grim Reaper grabbed Chan's collar and lifted him up. His purple eyes glowed more intensely, making it difficult to look directly at them. Yet, Chan persisted.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, HUH? I WAS HELPING YOU. AND YOU. DISRESPECT ME LIKE THIS?" The Reaper spat venomously.
Yet, the rage seemed to have no impact on Chan. He was too engrossed in examining Minho's face. When was the last time he had seen Minho face-to-face?
The Reaper felt mocked by the way Chan gazed at him. It made him feel unsettled.
"You. Stop looking at me like that. RIGHT NOW. HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN ON ME?" he snarled, slamming Chan against the wall.
But Chan remained unfazed. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the Reaper. "Min. I missed you so much," he whispered into the Reaper's neck.
The Reaper's body shivered from the sensation (gay panic) making him push Chan away from him.
"What's your problem?"
"Min, Where were you until now?" Chan said stepping closer.
"Don't come at me. I am warning you."
"How did you become that?"
"I told you not to come at me!" But Chan didn't listen.
"That's it. I'm sending you back!" The Reaper yelled, swinging his scythe towards Chan. Blue flames emanated from it, encircling Chan.
"Please. Not yet. I need to talk to you." But the flames had already begun drawing his soul back to his body.
"Just give me a minute, please." But it was too late. The reaper gradually vanished from his sight.
•
Chan felt dizzy. He groaned from the aching in his entire body. It was hard not to.
But soon, loud screams echoed around him, and Chan felt himself falling.
"DID HE JUST MADE A SOUND? TELL ME YOU HEARD THAT TOO."
"YES. HE SCREAMED OH MY GOD."
"DID YOU EVEN CHECK HIM THOROUGHLY?"
"YES. HE WASN'T BREATHING. HE WAD DEAD I SWEAR."
Chan couldn't endure it any longer. Their voices were too loud. And irritating. So he quickly sat up, prompting more screams.
"A HE JUST SAT UP."
"IT'S HIS GHOST TRYING TO HAUNT US."
"CHANNIE HYUNG I SWEAR I DIDN'T KILL YOU. IT WAS JISUNG. PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE."
"Would you two shut the fuck for a while for God's sake? And just like that, both of them fell silent, bringing Chan some peace.
"I am not dead. I am alive," he said finally.
"Bu-But I checked it myself. You weren't breathing."
"I know. I know. Guys it's..a long story..I will explain it to you later. I really wanna rest now. Can you help me?"
"Yeah, of course." They said and pulled Chan out of the grave, helping him back to their apartment.
Chan lay down on the bed, finally able to rest. His two friends stood beside his bed.
"Chan hyung. Don't you think we should take you to a hospital?" asked Jisung. "Your heart was bleeding.'
Hearing that, Chan instinctively touched his chest, where he had been injured. To his surprise, he felt no pain. So he lifted his shirt to find that his wound was fully healed. He quickly covered it before the others could see.
"No. I am good. Jisung. Go and finish the lyrics. And Hyunjin go help him."
"Huh, why me? I don't know how to write lyrics," Hyunjin whined.
"Jisung will do that. You just help him find good words. You're good at that, right? Use your poetic knowledge and assist him. I need to rest for a while. I'll come back soon after a nap."
"Fine," Hyunjin grumbled, and both of them left Chan alone.
Truth be told, Chan had no intention of resting. He wasn't even hurt enough to do so. His mind was preoccupied with something else. Minho.
He needed to confirm that he had seen Minho. He needed to go back. Somehow. So without hesitation, he went to his table and opened the drawer. Amidst the clutter, he retrieved a bottle full of sleeping pills.
Without hesitation, he took all the tablets and chucked them in his mouth. Gulping them with a glass of water. Hmm, this would work.
He went towards his bed and played down.
Closing his eyes he waited for the tablets to kick in. So he can die. Again.
•
Chan opened his eyes. He felt like he had slept for a long time.
"Did the pills not work or what?" He thought and sat up. He looked behind and found himself sleeping peacefully. Or rather, dead.
"Oh. So I died for real." He smirked and waited for his visitor to arrive, humming a tune to himself.
After a while, he heard footsteps approaching and looked in that direction. Just as he thought, the reaper stood beside his bed, glaring down at him through the mask.
"Are you kidding me right now, human?"
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