Chapter 15

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The soft squirrel like boy blocked out his feelings, and became a dark mess.
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It had been an hour and Minho had left, giving Jisung the chance to walk the other way. He didn't feel bad for letting the boy search for him, he didn't feel anything for the boy anymore. He made his way further away from Minho, closer to a free destination.

He didn't exactly know where he was heading yet, but he had trust in himself that he'd find his way. His hopes would always be to find an abonded house and live there, without anyone disturbing his peace; this dream was almost impossible to come true.

Meanwhile Minho was still looking for the boy, screaming out his name whenever his lungs allowed him to, looking at every corner of every place to make sure he didn't miss his fragile body. He felt tired and hungry, in need of food and warmer clothes he ignored the icey weather and kept searching for the boy, the boy who went the other way.

His hopes were slowly starting to lower, he was afraid he actually lost his dear squirrel boy, the boy that made him happy and get over all of his sadness was now the cause of it, he was the cause of his pain and sorrow.

Minho decided to go home, he wasn't going to find Jisung and his body was slowly getting weaker from the cold. He sighed in defeat, slowly accepting the fact that the most lovely boy in his life was gone, and would never come back.

Once he was home he didn't bother to make food for himself, or even drink, he went straight to his bed. He laying on his bed, looking out of the window. The darkness with his faint lights slowly consumed his focus, he was drowned in his thoughts while staring at the moon, hoping maybe Jisung would be doing the same.
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Jisung had found himself a place to stay. It was a dark building with broken lights and windows, but it was good enough to sleep in. He was indeed also staring at the moon, but his mind wasn't with Minho. He was thinking about where he would stay and how he could kill anyone that would stand in his way. His feelings for the boy tried to find their way in his mind, but he blocked them all out, refusing to love the boy again.

___we skipping five years lol____

Jisung went to visit an old place, a place where he lost a friend he had not known for too long, the place where Hyunjin died. He didn't feel anything for people anymore, but he still missed the boy. They hadn't known each other for long when he was alive, but his soul was pure, too pure for this cruel world.

He wanted to lay down some flowers when someone pushed him to the ground, dirt getting on his face. He wanted to fight back but the person hit him hard against his head, making him unconcious. He was being carried by a buff man, he was bringing him to a big house that was familiar, if only he could open his eyes and see he would remember it.

''I found someone, I thought you might want him Felix''

''Shouldn't Minho see him first though?''

Jisung slowly opened his eyes to be faced with two boys glancing at him. He screamed by the sudden sight of the two boys, they were suprised by this and screamed back. The broader one had a deeper voice whilst screaming while the other one sounded like a girl.

''Can you please shut the fu-, Jisung?''
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Sup my dudes
Sorry if this was boring oops But uhh the next chapter is prolly the last one so prepare ur asses

I was sick (ik im sick a lot) so that's why I didn't update :[

Untill we meet again~

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