DEAD END『ULTRMRi』

『 six 』

_abandoned, 4:08am_

Jumin tensed up by Seven's tone and words. He watched him leave, his jaw and chest tightening up. After a few minute passed by however, he felt himself shutting down. He left the hospital with a dead look in his eyes. He got inside his car, despite the tears blinding his vision. He started the car, but just sat there, his face in his hands. How could he not care about Seven?

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Seven kept his face straight as the cab he was in pulled up by the door to "home". He climbed out, paying the driver, and then walked into the house slowly. 

He led himself straight to his room to clean up the mess he'd made. His hands wrapped around the pill bottle and... he stared at it for awhile before screwing the cap back on and hiding it in his cabinet again. 

He wasn't sure if anyone else was home, so he closed the door and turned on his computer and his phone. Then he realized he still didn't have his glasses on.

"How could I be so blind?" he asked, in spite of himself. He imagined a crowd going wild. "Thanks, I'll be here all night folks."

His hands fluttered across the keyboard, and only then did he get up to look for his glasses.

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Luckily, Jumin made it home alive and safe. He walked into the house, using his sleeves to wipe his tears away. He sighed softly and entered Seven's room, walking over to pick up his phone from the floor. Seeing Seven's glasses, he picked them up and handed them to him without saying a word. Seven pushed his glasses up again and sat down unemotionally. He hated to do this to Jumin, but he wasn't a good person. He thought about what he did, and he thought about all the worry he'd caused Jumin.

He stared at his phone blankly. More notifications.

Seven typed without thinking, hacking as he kept his eyes straight, trying to focus as he smashed his fingers on the keyboard. 

Jumin turned around and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Only then did he break down into a violent sob, slamming his fist into the wall beside him. 

He took a deep breath in and got up. He walked over to the little desk by his bedroom door and grabbed some paperwork off of it. He sat down at the dining room table with a bottle of whiskey and a pen next to him. He poured him a small glass and sip on it as he worked through the stack of paper. 

His thoughts keep going back to Seven, making him drink more and more until he could barely see and think.

Jumin grew drunk and got up, stumbling around. His thoughts turned sour real quick. He pulled out his phone and sent a message to Seven hiccuping.

> I m sOry if I cnt be wthi you then ilL disapper

He dropped his phone and stumbled over to the knife block. His thoughts swirled around suicide, dying, disappearing from everyone's life. He couldn't stop himself. 

Jumin grabbed one of the larger knives and plunged it into his abdomen several times, hoping that he'd bleed out. 

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Seven stared at the messily typed message from Jumin and a slight scowl grazed his features. He slammed his phone down onto the table. 

Disappear?

"Jumin!" he yelled, trying to keep the cold tone from his voice. 

He quickly unlocked the door and ran out, screaming Jumin's name. Seven ran into the dim kitchen and then tripped over a body, and discovered Jumin laying on the ground, stomach slick with blood.

"Jumin! What the fuck did you―" Seven's mind raced as he rushed to the cabinet, grabbing towels and butcher's yarn, rushing to Jumin's side to tie the towels on top of the wound. 

He struggled to pick Jumin up, dragging his unconscious body across the floor, trying to get him outside to the car.

Jumin groaned as his head was hit on one of the pieces of furniture in the way. 

"Hnn... S-Seven..? What are you..." His breath was heavy with alcohol intoxication as he tried to stand up. Once he did, he leaned on Seven for support. 

Seven kept his mouth shut, eyes straight forward while he dragged along Jumin, refusing to talk. A scowl was seemingly melded into his features. 

Finally, he spoke as he got Jumin out of the door. "I'm the only one who can commit suicide," he muttered. 

Jumin dug his nails into Seven, glaring at him slightly. Jumin gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming. 

"Shut the fuck up..." He gripped his wound and Seven, his eyes full of pain yet they were cold. 

His knees tried giving out, but he kept himself up the best he could for now.

Seven pressed his lips together and then hauled Jumin into his car, shutting the passenger door harder than he should have. Jumin glared at Seven when he shut the door. His eyes were dark as well, and he didn't know what else to say. His hand coiled around the car door handle, but he felt uneasy. 

It was probably due to it being five in the morning and he hadn't slept, but he thought he could feel someone's presence behind him. 

He turned quickly, and was met with two hands. Once clamped down on his mouth and the other on his shoulder. Seven raised his hands shakily to push away the stranger. 

"W-Who are you.." Seven asked, his voice muffled. 

The stranger didn't answer. The hand on his mouth loosened and then came back, this time with a cloth pressed tightly against his lips. 

Seven's eyes widened and he started to thrash against the car and the stranger. His eyes closed eventually, and he was caught in the stranger's arms. 

Jumin was holding his stomach, and looked over at the right moment to see Seven being taken away by a stranger. 

He opened the door and got out, leaning against the car for support. Jumin slowly began making his way a white can that the stranger had taken him to. But sadly, the van spun off before he got past the car. 

"L-Luciel..." He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.