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"Let me take you out," Jisung mumbled, clinging onto Minho's arm as his feet dragged through the snow.

It was numbing him, starting from his toes and going up. Even though he was shivering, the cold seemed distant.

"Huh?" Lee Minho, always ready with his intelligent replies, frowned. "Isn't this 'taking me out?"

"A regular human high school date kind of out," Jisung answered, to clear up the confusion. "We're both going to dress up and be nervous and I'm going to pick you up at your front door and I'll deal with Chan's threats of treating you right and bringing you home on time and then we'll be too late and get in trouble."

All of that said in one breath, he looked up with a hopeful gummy smile, eyes glistening. "Want to go on a date with me, Lee Minho?"

"Shall I?" Minho giggled, the giddiness in his stomach feeling more intense than ever.

There were no butterflies, it was like there was a war raging inside of him. "Be on time!" He pressed his lips onto Jisung's, quickly and shortly.

Jisung stiffened. Had he heard it correctly? Did he even have anything planned? Good god, he was a mess. He opened his eyes again when the gush of winter air hit him in the face.

"When will he stop doing that?" he smiled to himself, seeing as the spot in front of him was now empty.

It was cold again, the chilliness of dread and reality came back in again.

There was an indescribable uneasiness lingering around him, the whispers louder than ever. It was coming to an end, everything he felt comfortable in was ending.

Fate was cruel, heartless and inevitable. He couldn't change the path fate had set out for him. Of course he could replace a few bricks, changing the smallest aspects, but he could never change its destination.

With a sigh, he opened the door to the room next to his.

"Felix?" he called out, hoping the boy was there. He turned around the corner, to the living room. "Oh, Felix! And Changbin... hi."

"Good day," Changbin replied with a nod, just staring the other with question marks above his head. "How have you been?"

"I've been better," Jisung replied truthfully, taking place on the couch. "I'm sorry I left so abruptly, it's been hectic for me too."

"Don't fret," Changbin waved him off, also reassuring him, though the dark haired wasn't aware of that. "Besides, Jeongin's grades have improved since I've been helping him. I'm an English legend."

Jisung's rolled his eyes playfully, his teasing not an uncommon thing. "Sure you are."

Felix looked up from Changbin's shoulder, setting his game console on the table.

The knowing gaze in his eyes tugged at Jisung's conscience, painfully and slowly ripping out his heart.

"Why have you come?" Felix asked, though the trembling of his tone showed that deep down he already knew.

Though pointless, there was a small spark of faith in him, that maybe there was another way.

Jisung shook his head, killing the flame as soon as possible. "I'm going away," he said, lips curved up, but his eyes were down. "I don't know where I'm going, but I'll see where life takes me."