[✔] legends never die // skt faker

survive

What I think is happening better not be happening.

That was all Sang-hyeok thought as he dashed up the stairs, running all the way up to the rooftop. He was a spirit now, which granted him superhuman speed.

He was quite thankful for that, and also the fact that hospital elevators tend to be slower in case patients who are heavily injured needed to be transported from floor to floor.

"Han Wang-ho, you better not do anything stupid..." Sang-hyeok yelled, even though he was certain that no one could hear him anyway.

Except for The Mist. Which, speaking of it, was trailing behind Sang-hyeok, effortlessly floating in the air.

How Sang-hyeok wished he could float too, if it meant that he could move faster.

...

Thankfully, he reached the rooftop way before Wang-ho did.

Grinning, he waited in front of the elevator. He waited for the doors to open, so that he could see what the hell was the jungler up to.

Five minutes later, it opened.

A blank-faced Wang-ho stumbled out, eyes even more red and swollen than before. He was a crying wreck, Sang-hyeok could see that. And the sight of the youngest one in the team being so emotionally affected by his inevitable death tugged lightly at his heart.

"You can still go back if you want to," he remembered the Mist saying.

Ah, fuck that. He just needed to make sure Wang-ho was doing okay, then he'll leave in peace.

He glanced at a nearby clock. 2346. Fourteen more minutes.

This shouldn't take long.

The rooftop floor looked over the city of Beijing, and Sang-hyeok noticed how pretty the lights looked from up here. The busy traffic down there was nothing but colorful flashing lights dashing around. The buildings and skyscrapers glinted as they reflected the light from below. Beijing's cityscape was indeed one hell of a view.

If there was one thing he could change, however, he'd wish for less wind.

That's because Wang-ho, who was slowly walking towards the edge, was clutching his bloody jacket - stained with Sang-hyeok's blood - was shivering from how cold it was up here.

Sang-hyeok didn't want his jungler to fall sick. He was probably going to anyway with all the stress and emotional trauma he was facing, but if cold weather was added into the mix, Wang-ho would definitely get something worse than a cold.

A stiff grin made its way up to Sang-hyeok's face. Maybe Wang-ho just needed some time to cool down. Maybe he wasn't up to anything stupid after all.

Sometimes he felt like he was worrying about his jungler too much. They're all grown men, aren't they? They'll be fine-

"Hyung is such a liar..."

That sentence caught Sang-hyeok off guard.

Wait... What?

Wang-ho was almost halfway towards the edge. He was crying again. Sang-hyeok really wanted to wipe his tears off for him, but he knew that if he tried, the boy will walk right through him. Spirits can't touch humans.

"Hyung..." Wang-ho sobbed some more, "Y-you promised we'll hoist the Summoner's Cup together when I first joined the team..."

If there was a word to describe Han Wang-ho right now, it was shattered.

His hopes of winning Worlds 2017 have been shattered. His dream of standing on stage, proudly lifting the Summoner's Cup with one of the players he really looked up to - his very own Sang-hyeok hyung - was shattered. And now, after hearing that his Sang-hyeok hyung wasn't going to make it through the night, his heart shattered.