Jinki walked into the dorm that he once shared with his four roomates, he now only had one. He wished that he hadn't been so mean to Minho, he hoped Minho could cope with it. Jinki hadn't quite calmed down from the argument but he felt awful because of how he treated Minho. He thought about what the younger had said and realized he was right. Jinki had issues, he didn't know how to deal with the deaths of his friends. In all honesty he didn't want to deal with it. The only thing he could think to do was hit something. That something just happened to be Minho. Jinki could tell that something seemed off when he walked in the door, even if Minho was upset, he would come to see who was at door. It was habit. Jinki looked for Minho and couldn't find him. He decided to check the bathroom just to be safe and was horrified when he saw what was waiting for him. He opened the door and was greeted with a foul smell, he knew the smell very well. It was blood. When he entered he stopped dead in his tracks, the shower curtain was drawn and covered in blood. Puddles of crimson red blood covered the floor, a knife lay in the sink, it too colored a deep red. Jinki felt tears forming in his eyes when he looked back at the bloody shower curtain, he didn't want to see what was behind it. Jinki gathered a little bit of courage and pulled it back, revealing his worst fear. Minho lay in the tub, his throat and wrists slit. The tub was halfway full and the water was still warm. Minho's eyes were closed and he had a soft smile on his face. Jinki began to sob, he fell on the floor and grabbed Minho's bloody hand. He held it for god knows how long, no matter how many times he pleaded, Minho did not wake up. Jinki grew tired of the pain he was feeling, he wanted it to end. He wanted to be with Minho hell, he even wanted to be with Jonghyun. If he could just see his big brown eyes again, maybe he'd be okay. He wanted to hear Taemin's sweet voice calling to him. He wanted to see the look of wonder in Minho's eyes when he watched Taemin dance. He wanted to see Kibum's beautiful smile. God that was he one thing he ever wanted. He only wanted to keep those boys smiling. He couldn't do it. He wasn't strong enough. Jinki remembered when they first started to live with each other, how Jonghyun would reach out to him and hold his hand when he wasn't expecting it. He was remembering all these little details that he had long forgot, he remembered how Taemin had swore that Minho was the only person he would ever love. He remembered how Kibum had kissed him one night after everyone had went to bed. He remembered when Jonghyun confessed that he was madly in love with Taemin. He remembered all the things he took for granted, he remembered it all. Jinki looked at Minho laying lifelessly in the tub, he got up and leaned to him. He gently kissed the boy's lips and then pressed his forehead to Minho's. He stayed like that for a few moments and then got up again. He walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, he retrieved his pistol from under his pillow and brought it with him back into the bathroom. Jinki loaded the gun and pressed it to his temple. He hesitated for a moment and looked at Minho once more. He smiled weakly and used his free hand to take Minho's. Jinki put his finger on the trigger. He wanted to see them smile again.
