DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『 four 』

_seven pills, 1:28am_

Jumin frowned and sighed, looking down at his feet for a moment. He looked at the female again, explaining to her that he had no interest in her. That she'd be better off with someone else. She left quickly after that. He walked into his room to check on Seven. When he didn't see him there, he turned around and went into the other's room to see him laying on the bed. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed next to him, running his fingers through Seven's hair.

He used his other hand to wipe the taste of MC off of his lips as he slowly laid down in the small space next to Seven, taking him into his arms. He gently kissed his cheek and closed his eyes, his body trembling as he held Seven.

—

Seven was unresponsive, eyes closed as if he were sleeping. He could feel everything, but for some reason, it was blurry. Seven wanted to cry, but he couldn't wake himself up, which only proceeded to make himself even more upset.

It was only by intuition that he felt Jumin lay next to him. He immediately thought about his pills. Did he put away the bottle? Did he hide it? What if Jumin found it...? Seven felt as if he was having an out-of-body experience, but the experience was in a dark, cold place.

Seven regretted taking his pills.

—

Jumin sighed and sat up again. He looked over at Seven and smiled, then walked into the redhead's bathroom since it was close. As Jumin splashed water on his delicate face, he noticed a bottle of pills on the counter next to him. Of course, he didn't take much note of that, since it was completely normal for someone to have pills on the counter of their bathroom... But something seemed off about the bottle. Why was it open? Why were pills laying outside of the bottle...? Curious, he picked the bottle up. He read the contents on the bottle, his eyes widening. The bottle slipped out of his hands and onto the floor.

Jumin nearly broke his neck as he tripped over things in Seven's room. He fell next to the bed, but quickly got up again. Jumin lifted Seven into his arms, shaking him slightly.

"Luciel? Luciel, love, wake up!"

By now, tears were pouring out of Jumin's eyes like a waterfall. He laid Seven back down and ran into the living room as fast as he could, running to call an ambulance. Jumin hurried back into the bedroom and cradled Seven, waiting for the ambulance to get there.

Sobs racked his body as he held onto Seven. With shaky hands, he brushed some of Seven's hair out if his face.

—

Inside, Seven was screaming loudly.

Outside, he was as good as dead.

Good job, me, he muttered inside his head. You forgot to write a note.

Seven couldn't even feel anything anymore. He felt numb, almost as numb as when his hand would fall asleep, but this time it was everything that was asleep. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, couldn't br—

He couldn't breathe.

Seven screamed again, but nothing came out. He was dead. He was surely dead. And all because of seven pills. He congratulated himself bitterly.

He wanted to see Jumin again.

—

The ambulance arrived shortly after he made the call. They took Seven away from the poor sobbing mess of Jumin and made sure he was still alive. Much to their surprise, he was. He had a weak pulse. A very weak one.