ᴼᵁᴿ ᵀᴵᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ~|ᴴʸᵁᴺᴸᴵˣ~|

THE FINAL TICK OF THEIR TIME

~One week later~

WARNING ⚠️: Death.
Read at your own risk.

Gloom.

Pain.

Agony.

Darkness.

Lamenting and sorrowful sniveling sheltered the entirety of the funeral place.

People were gathered together, sitting on the floor, offering flowers and condolences as they filled the floor with their bitter, heartbreaking weeping.

The carpet may have already been soaking and flooding with all the amount of tears that have been fell and gushed on it. It was unstoppable. Each stream was replaced by more than one.

Chan, he was out of all the boys who were hurt the most. He didn't expect this time to actually come. He tried his best to prevent it from occuring. He tried to save him as fast as he could. He tried, he really... really tried.

But it was all too late.

The man didn't get the chance to survive the grim reaper's game.

The eldest in their circle was cuddled up by the rest of the boys, wetting his black clothing. Minho was trying to calm Jisung as the said male was sobbing hard, borderline hyperventilating. Seungmin remained looking down and chewing his lips to muffle his wailing, Changbin was doing his best to collect his composure but fails, Jeongin was kissing Chan's cheeks and temple as he wept straight in his boyfriend's ears.

If you're in the place, your heart would crash into pieces seeing the genuine and intense somber the people are expressing.

However, as much as Chan was feeling weak and helpless, he lifted his head up and looked at the man kneeling in front of the big rectangular frame. His lips quivered together with his knees as he crawled towards the broken male, soon joining him to share with his grieving. He wrapped his arm around the man, rubbing his trembling back.

"W-We did our b-best. We t-tried to keep him stay with u-us...but the impact was t-too p-powerful. I'm really s-sorry for your l-loss.....

.....Hyunjin."

The mentioned male hugged the photo frame in his arms even tighter, more shattering tears trickle down from his exhausted, sore eyes.

"W-Why? Why does it have to be you, a-angel? It should've been my death you're grieving, not yours. I should be the one in that urn, not your ashes. I should be the one you're wasting your tears, not the other way. I... I should be the one who's dead, not you!