Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"what-" baekhyun turns around to face sehun, his skin is as dull as ever and visible cracks decorate his skinny face. his eyes are blood-shot red and his lips are a pale shade of purple. sehun suddenly feels as if his tongue has been cut off and he can't seem to find a way to speak.
"we should start setting the table up before everyone else starts complaining" baekhyun lets out a chuckle, his bottom lip tearing as a result of dryness. a thick line of red liquid forms in the middle of his lip but he simply licks it off.
"why is your face crack-" baekhyun doesn't let sehun finish yet again.
"are you saying that i'm getting old?" baekhyun jokes and gets up from his seat but sehun grabs his hand before he has the chance to leave. baekhyun turns his head towards him, raising an eyebrow in question.
"how about i do it?" sehun offers, an unsure smile playing upon his lips. i just want him to rest. the older boy gives sehun a nod in response and watches him get up and disappear into the kitchen.
-
"cheers!" junmyeon raises his champagne glass and everyone else follows and does the same. the sound of glasses clinking against each other echoes around the dining room as the boys celebrate their friendship.
sehun's gaze falls on jongdae who downs the poisonous liquid in one go. he takes a sip of his drink, the familiar burning sensation in his throat instantly bringing a smile onto his face. it's during times like these that he feels appreciative of his friends, they are his family, his home.
"thanks for the din-" sehun starts but his voice drops as his eyes land on jongdae. the boy's once-so delicate features have turned twisted and his eyes look like they are bulging right out of their sockets. "jongdae, is there something wrong?" sehun questions in a concerned tone, panic making a return to his weak mind.
jongdae's eyebrows furrow as a sign of discomfort as both of his hands travel up to his neck, where they clasp over one another. around the table, the rest of the boys continue to loudly cheer and laugh as if sehun and jongdae are invisible to them.
sehun's horror-filled eyes watch the events unfold right in front of him, his body is begging him to move to the other side of the table where his friend struggles to catch his breath but it's like his feet are planted into the ground. jongdae's desperate eyes pierce holes right through sehun's body as if they're bullets, no words can explain the amount of fear that they carry in them.
"p-please-" jongdae calls for help in between coughs before thick blood begins to splatter all over his lap and across the table, coating the white table cloth in a metal-like stink. a deafening screech leaves jongdae's mouth, making sehun's ears ache.
the room is a spinning spiral now and sehun finds it difficult to balance, resulting in a painful collapse. his head crashes against the cold marble floor and his eyelids begin to feel heavy. the last thing that he sees before blacking out is the small, deadly black bottle that lies still in his pocket.
