Retelling the Video

All In 6

Hyungwon's Point of View

I woke up in a small house, the others sleeping around me. The voices were at it again as I stumbled out of the center of the pile and into another room.

You're worthless Hyungwon. Do everyone a favor and get rid of yourself for us. That voice sounded like Minhyuk. Like he was talking right next to me.

Your father's taxes and cruel rules are the reason I couldn't pay for my father's treatment. He died because of your father and you. Shownu this time.

Minhyuk made us burn down City Hall with him because of how angry he was about having a weak friend like you. I.M and Wonho were the ones who accused me of that.

You're father is the reason I got hurt. If you had never been born, Minhyuk wouldn't have burned down City Hall, and your father wouldn't have come after us. I would have been just fine. Kihyun blamed me for that, and it made sense.

I noticed the bathtub in the room and started filling it with water. I took a can of paint and dipped the brush in it. I painted words on the wall as Jooheon threw an accusation at me.

You're the weakest one in this whole group. The only reason I kept you around was because you were a good distraction and you ended up doing some good with those blue flowers of yours. But those flowers didn't really do much good for you, did they? They healed your body, but they absolutely shattered your mind. This has been fun, but I really do think it's time for you to go away for good now. Jooheon sneered at me.

I turned off the water and slid into the tub, some of the water overflowing as I did. I was even taking up so much space that I caused the water to spill over the edge of the tub. I looked at the world outside the water one more time before closing my eyes and forcing myself to breathe under the water.

As the cool liquid spilled into my lungs, the voices of the others got quieter until only mine was left.

Oh Hyungwon. You feel for it. Those voices were never real, none of them really thought about you like that. Why did you give up fighting against the voices? You would have made it if you kept fighting. It's too late now though. I hope I'll be able to talk to you again later. My voice spoke quietly, regret and sorrow layering over the soft tone it spoke in. I breathed in one more time, and my world went dark. My lungs had stopped trying to expel the water, and were now accepting it gladly. I heard my heart slowing. And then it stopped.

Minhyuk's Point of View

I woke up in a small room, surrounded by the others. But as hard as I looked, I couldn't find Hyungwon in the pile of sleeping people.

I heard a draining sound and turned my head to the origin of the sound. I saw water draining through a hole in the floor near a doorway. I stepped towards it cautiously. I saw the words painted in black on the wall before I saw anything else.

I'm sorry that I'm not good enough for you guys. I'm a waste of space, so I'm freeing up space for the others who really need it.
~Hyungwon

I put my hand over my mouth in horror and turned my head to the right. I saw a bathtub full of water, a boy submerged in the clear water. I walked over slowly, and tears ran down my face when I saw that it was Hyungwon submerged in the water. He looked so peaceful.

I sat heavily on a box next to the tub, looking at his face while I wondered why he had done this. I hugged my arms to myself and felt something small and hard press into my arm. I unwrapped my arms and dug around in a pocket.

I found the thing and pulled it out. It was a vial of blue liquid. I looked from the vial to Hyungwon. This stuff... This could probably bring him back. Even if he was already...

I shook my head and opened it. I poured it in the water and watched as it turned a bit blue. I threw the vial away and carefully climbed into the water with Hyungwon. This would probably screw me up because I wasn't hurt or dead, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes and grabbed his hand. I put my head partially under the water, and as I passed out I felt something amazing.

I felt Hyungwon squeeze my hand.