What's Broken Can't Be Fixed

17

     Hannah's eyes widen, her hands start to shake, she was so nervous she thought she might pass out. Then, she hears footsteps behind her.

     She sighs a breath of relief and then turns around. But it wasn't Jisung. It was a boy in a motorcycle helmet. "Hannah? What are you doing here?" Tae asks, taking his helmet off, and she exhales shakily.

     "Jisung, he's... he's-"

     "Woah, calm down." He drops his helmet and cups her face in his hands. "What happened?" She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, feeling the warmth of Taehyun's hands on her face.

     "Jisung's... gone." Tae slides his hand down to her shoulder, using his other to take out his phone and call someone.

     "Hey. Yeah, Han Jisung? Okay." He waits while holding the phone up to his ear, his eyes traveling to Hannah every once and a while. "Let's go." He grabs her hand, and they start to walk. "So... are you and this Han Jisung close?"

     "Hm... we are."

     "Why are you so nervous? He could be fine."

     "No, you don't understand." Her grip on Taehyun's hand tightens. "The boys... they're like a big family. They all protect each other no matter what. Chris and Minho are the oldest of the group, as well as the most protective. But there's a difference between the two. Chris is more forgiving, but Minho... he's scary. If Jisung were to get hurt or worse, first of all I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Chris would probably never talk to me again, even though I wasn't the one to really hurt him. But just because I let him get out of my sight... Minho would kill me. It wouldn't matter if we had known each other for years, he would still do it."

     After walking for a while they end up in front of a building. "However... Taehyun recognizes it." A smile grows on his lips, and he runs inside, dragging Hannah along with him.

     When he opens the door, eyes dart to him, but everyone soon relaxes. Jisung was sitting at a table with a bunch of girls. They had cards in their hands and were laughing aloud. Hannah darts over to him, dragging him out of the chair and pulling him into a hug. "Hannah?"

     "Where the hell were you?!" He drapes his arms over her shoulders, knowing why she was so tense.

     "I'm sorry..."

"No Jisung, you can't just say sorry. In a time like this you can't just be with me one moment and then disappear!"

     "Alright, I promise I'm fine." He smiles at her, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "Stop crying."

     Being in a friend group of 7 boys plus having one older brother was like having 8 brothers. They were like family to her. She couldn't lose them. She couldn't go through that again. Not when she thought she lost Hyunjin and Felix. In those moments, that alone was too much. And it still is.

     Because she knows that Hyunjin is about 2 seconds away from losing it. And if Felix wasn't infected, he would've died right there in front of everyone. Hannah looks over at the girls sitting at the table. They were the same goddamn girls that broke into Minho's house.

     Her jaw tenses, but Jisung shakes his head. "You know they're not that bad when you get to know them." They looked a bit different after 3 years. Ryunjin had the upper half of her hair tied up with headphones around her neck. Jisu and Yuna looked the same. Chaeryeong's hair was down and longer.

     Hannah looks back at Taehyun who's just standing there. "Do you feel better now?" Jisung asks, grabbing her arms and taking them off of him.

     "I do, but... why did you go with them? And not let me know?"

     "Well, when I feel a gun pressed up to my head, I won't exactly start doing something to make them shoot me." Jisung scratches his nape awkwardly, and Hannah sends a death glare towards the girls.

     "Calm down. We did that because there was someone watching you two. We wanted to get Jisung out of the forest, and out of danger." Yeji says, throwing one of her cards out on the table.

     "Then what about me?" Yeji stares at Hannah in silence.

     "We knew that Tae was there too, and that he would find you."

     Back at the house, Minho blinks a couple of times before he wakes up. "Sung... what time is it?" He asks, but there's no response. So, he rubs his eyes with his fist and looks over to see... no one.

     His eyes immediately dart to the bathroom. But the doors were wide open, and no one was in there. He breathes a sigh of relief; however, his heart starts to race again. Surely, he would find Jisung downstairs right. Minho runs down the stairs. Nothing.

     Not in the kitchen, the downstairs bathroom, in the living room. Two days ago, when he found Jisung in the bathroom, standing over the sink with blood dripping from his mouth... the boy looked so ready to just end it all. He looked... empty. What if he went somewhere else? Somewhere where Minho couldn't find him, couldn't stop him.

     "Hannah, have you seen-" He stops. Hannah wasn't there either. "What the hell..." Minho turns around and sees Chris coming down the stairs.

     "Minho? What are you-"

     "Jisung's gone. And Hannah."

     "What do you mean they're gone?" Minho breathes heavily and starts to break out into a cold sweat.

     "What if... what if he went out and hurt himself?" His hands start to shake, and Chris quickly goes over to him. Pulling him into a hug. He had never seen Minho so scared... at least in a while. This is the same way he acted when Felix was bleeding out on the floor.

                                                                  3 years ago

     "...Hyunjin."

     "Yeah?"

     "Why are you crying...?" Minho stands in the back, holding himself with tears streaming down his cheeks. Suddenly, he runs outside and starts screaming.

     "WHERE ARE YOU?!" He screams. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!" Chris comes running outside and grabs him, Minho immediately collapsing onto the ground. His tears were making his vision so blurry as he sobbed, Chris holding him tight.

     Inside he hears Hyunjin's voice. "Please..."