In the end, Jisung knew life wasn't finished with him, he felt it deep in his soul.
After all, Jisung didn't like sad ending.
A cliché-cheesy-angsty story, made by a struck romantic girl.
/!\ Mentions of drugs, addiction, alcohol, unintentional self...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The worst feeling, is knowing that the person you love may not be with you tomorrow⇽ ೃ
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
LOGIN MUSIC....
◔
◔
◕
⌜⌝ ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.
ᴺᵒʷᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [BUTTERFLY-bts] 0:57 —◦————— -3:21
↠ⁿᵉˣᵗˢᵒⁿᵍ↺ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ⊜ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯ ⌞⌟
┊ ┊ ┊ ┊┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊
Everyone just finished eating, cleaning up and going back to the main room. But a call from Chan's phone cut short their moment of calm.
Chan looked at his teammates confused, they were on two day off so why was his phone ringing?
He looked at the ID and his heart stopped, nearly making his phone fall in the process.
With a shaking voice, he answered. "BangChan's talking. Yes?" The voice in the other side seemed excited. "Mister Chan! This is Doctor Kim, we have some news about the patient Han Jisung." Chan gulped, but maintained a steady voice.
"Bad or good news?" "Come see yourself sir, it's better." Chan groaned in annoyance but nodded (even thought he couldn't see him), he quickly thanked him and said goodbye.
Chan sighed once again, trying to calm his beating heart and nerves. He threw his phones on the couch, and passed his hands on his messy hair. Without helping it, he went straight to the cabinet at the back of piece, opening the fridge and taking a bottle of alcohol.
