Death and Dying (A~ Got7 Fanfic)

Chapter 8 // Eric

Eric slumps against the bathroom sink. Mark just left and he doesn't have any other plans for the day.

He begins to wonder what life would be like if they didn't have to hide. He wants nothing more than to hold Mark's hand in public... kiss him in public.

He realizes there are tears streaming down his face so he turns around to wash up. Before he can turn the faucet on, he hears heavy footsteps approaching at a rapid pace.

Acting on instinct, he moves quickly and enters the closest stall. He locks the door, sits down and draws his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly.

He hears sobbing coming from outside the stall. Peering through the gap in the stall door he spots Bambam's hunched over form. Eric watches as Jackson enters the room, drawing Bambam into a hug.

"Bambam, can you tell me what's wrong?" Eric hears Jackson voice his concern.

Before Bambam can reply, he begins coughing. He moves towards the trash can, but before he can make it he begins to cough up bright red rose petals.

Eric gasps quietly as he watches in shock as they pool around Bambam's feet. He quickly covers his mouth hoping to two didn't hear him.

"Who is it?" he hears Jackson demand.

"I don't know," is Bambams only reply.

I don't know? How could you not know who you were in love with? Eric wonders.

"Does anybody else know?" inquires Jackson

He see Bambam shake his head, refusing to meet Jackson's gaze.

"We need to tell the others..."

"No!" Bambam protests.

"I can't keep it a secret, one of my best friends is dying."

"I'm not going to die," mumbles Bambam. "I'll figure this out."

Eric watches the scene play out before him, transfixed. He's never seen Jackson so angry.

"You don't even know who you're in love with. You have two options. Option one: confess to the person you're in love with and have them return your feelings... or option two: get the surgery. But seeing as you don't know who you're in love with, you really only have one option--get the surgery."

Eric imagines what would have happened if Mark didn't love him back. The surgery would have been his only option. He can't imagine losing his feelings for Mark. Mark means the world to him.

"I have this under control."

"Obviously not," Jackson says crossing his arms.

Eric hears Bambam's annoyed huff and wonders why the younger boy is being so stubborn.

Eric sits back and evaluates everything he heard. Who could Bambam be in love with and why does he say he's doesn't know? Eric misses the last part of their conversation only hearing hushed whispers. He realizes Jackson and Bambam are leaving the bathroom.

Finally, he thinks as he stretches his legs out. He unlocks the stall and pokes his head out. Sighing in relief at the absence of the two, Eric steps out of the stall.

Taking his phone out his pocket, he debates whether or not he should call Mark. He can't keep this a secret. He knows how this could end if Bambam doesn't do anything. What if Bambam can't handle it?

Eric pulls up Mark's contact in his phone, debating whether or not to call him. He's so lost in his thoughts that he's startled when the door opens again to reveal an angry Jackson. When Jackson spots Eric, his eyes widen in shock.

Eric, startled at the intrusion, drops his phone, the loud sound of it hitting the floor breaking the silence. Jackson's eyes narrow as he let's the door swing shut behind him and approaches the elder. Leaning over the shorter male, he questions, "How long have you been in here, Eric?"

Eric, too shocked at the presence of an angry Jackson, only gulps loudly in response. Jackson bends over and picks up Eric phone. He looks at the contact that Eric has pulled up.

Jackson heaves a heavy sigh, deafening in the quiet of the bathroom. He hands Eric his phone.

"You can't tell anyone."

"I can't watch him die!"

"Give me three days..."  

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Author Note:

This chapter was written by GDragson (http://archiveofourown.org/users/GDragson/profile)