It Follows {Book One}

19

Wednesday, August 22
9 days

•Kun•

Four deaths in two days, yet Kun didn't feel a thing.

When Taeyong passed, he wasn't surprised. Kun knew he was sick, as much as he tried to hide it by keeping himself occupied by taking care of everyone else.

Jungwoo came as a bit of a shock for everyone. He wasn't anywhere near as bad as some of the others. Though it took hours to calm Yukhei down enough to understand him through his loud sobs.

Kun didn't think Yukhei could get any louder, but his distraught cries filled the store for what seemed like forever until he suddenly fell silent. Kun and Johnny both ran to where they saw him last, in fear that he might've done something stupid, but when they got to him, Yukhei was lying over Jungwoo's lifeless body, tears still streaming down his face. He didn't move or make a sound, he just stared blankly across the aisle. Every so often he would blink, the only indication that he was alive. Kun almost punched him for scaring him so badly, but it wasn't like it was intentional. Kun understood, so he left him alone to grieve.

Ten walked through the front doors yesterday afternoon. His breathing was heavy and all the color was drained from his face.

"What's wrong? Where's Mark?" Donghyuck had jumped up as soon as he saw that Ten was alone. Ten kept his eyes down on the floor for a while, chewing his lip as if he was deciding something.

Finally, he looked up. "Donghyuck, where's your pill?"

"It's in my pocket, I haven't touched it since it was handed out . . . why?" Donghyuck's hand moved to his pocket when he saw Ten's face. "Wait," He pat the outside, eyes widening as he couldn't feel the small bump that was always there. "It's not here." He dug his hands around in his pockets.

Ten nodded. "Mark took it. And his own."

"Ten . . ."

"Mark's dead."

"Ten!" Yuta shouted with a glare. Donghyuck stood there, frozen in place. He stared at the ground, lips parted in shock. Kun knew Mark was dying. They all knew. He looked like he should've died already and to be honest, Kun was surprised he managed to get up and walk around, considering the week he spent lying with the others, completely and totally unable (or so they thought) to move.

Kun wasn't sure how Donghyuck was doing at the moment, as Jeno and Jisung, who had finally gained back full consciousness, had walked him into one of the old employee break rooms to try and comfort him.

Jeno was doing surprisingly well, which Kun found incredibly strange, especially since Jaemin was the second most recent death. Chenle said something about denial being the first stage of grief. Kun wasn't so sure but Chenle insisted that it was, so he went along.

"We already said our goodbyes," Jeno had said calmly when Kun asked why he wasn't upset. "I told him everything I needed to. I'll join him soon enough."

Kun was impressed, to say the least. Jeno and Jaemin were two of the youngest, and still they were somehow more mature than any of them-at least when it mattered

Ten had returned, then disappeared into the bathroom after Jeno and Jisung walked off with Donghyuck. He looked sick, not dying sick but nauseous, "I'm gonna be sick", sick.