The Race To God's Heart ♡ SmebxFakerxPeanut LoL Fanfiction

Prologue: Second Chances

[SMEB/SONG KYUNG-HO]

"Lee Sang-hyeok, time of death: 12:35 a.m."

The doctor's tone was grim as he announced the bad news. The nurses covered Sang-hyeok's heavily bandaged corpse with a white cloth and wheeled him off to the morgue without a word. Their faces were expressionless and their steps were quick. Within seconds, the love of my life was gone from my sight.

I fell to my knees. No. This can't be happening.

The doctor turned to me, a sympathetic look on his face. Helping me up, he made sure I could stand up properly before bowing to me and apologizing. "On behalf of the hospital," he began, "I am very sorry for your loss, Mr. Song-"

"You should have tried harder."

I surprised myself when those words came out of my mouth. No, no, what am I doing? I shouldn't be blaming the doctor for this. I'm a medical student, and judging from how severe Sang-hyeok's injuries had been - spinal cord damage, internal bleeding, broken ribs, and a punctured lung - it had been clear that he wouldn't make it.

Not that my stubborn ass would admit that fact though.

I had insisted to proceed with all these seemingly useless treatments even when the doctors had told me there was no hope, and that I should opt for euthanasia instead. I pretended I didn't know the extent of his injuries and held on to a tiny chance of a miracle happening, so that Sang-hyeok and I can return to our normal lives, being two idiotic dorks in love, and never leaving each other's side ever again.

But of course, that didn't happen. I was stupid for waiting on a miracle that could never happen.

For a split second after my remark, the doctor looked offended, but his sympathetic look quickly came on again. "I understand your grief, sir," he replied, his kind tone sounding very forced as if he was trying his best not to yell at me, "But there was really nothing we could have done..."

I bit my lip as tears threatened to escape my eyes.

This very scene reminded me of every time Sang-hyeok was about to snap at me, but held back for my sake. He would always talk to me and apologize even though it wasn't his fault, he was always the one who would sacrifice his pride just to calm me down-

And in the end, it was one of my stupid tantrums that had caused Sang-hyeok to lose his life.

I was sobbing now, and the doctor had decided to leave me for some privacy and what used to be Sang-hyeok's hospital room. Soft sobs eventually turned into full blown bawling, not that I cared about whether I was bothering other patients anyway.

I just want my Lee Sang-hyeok back, to hug me, to tell me that everything was just a dream and that there was no way in hell that he would ever leave me alone in this cold, cold, world...

But obviously, I knew that was not going to happen. Sang-hyeok was dead and there was nothing I could do to change that.

A wave of dizzyness came over me as I came to that conclusion. My eyes began to feel heavy. Maybe I should sleep for a while...

...

"Oi, Kyung-ho! Wake up! The game's starting!" a loud, unknown voice suddenly yelled at me.

Game? What game? My eyes immediately opened.

I was greeted by the sight of hundreds thousands of spectators cheering loudly, while I was sitting on a comfortable chair in front of a computer, with four other strangers beside me.

Huh...? I've never played video games all my life...

"C'mon Kyung-ho, I know you're tired, but it's SKT we're up against," one of the strangers said, folding his arms, "We can't give them any chances."