I'm F**king Cool With It (Junhao)

Bridge

  Jeonghan wanted to cry when The8 texted him asking if he can pick up a box of crimson red hair dye. "Why?" Jeonghan stammered as he showed up at The8's door with the box.

  "What? I wanna rebel and try something. Take my mind off this damn Jun situation." The8 laughed as he pulled Jeonghan inside. If Jeonghan didn't know any better he would say The8 was happy.

But ofcourse Jeonghan knew better.

"Can you plug in my radio?" The8 asked. "I have hair dye allover my hands. Think of that answer." Jeonghan rolled his eyes as he put more red hair dye on The8's hesd.

The8 sighed and plugged in his radio. He froze when Pay Phone started blasting through the speaker. He immediately hit the off button.

"The8? You okay?" Jeonghan asks worriedly and The8 nodded immediately. "Yeah... I- I just hate that song." The8 mumbled.

"Than put on my playlist." Jeonghan motion's to his phone. The8 immediately shook his head.

  "Absolutely not, your playlist only consists of sleepy classical musical, and it's kinda sad because for 4 hours you don't hear ANY WORDS!" The8 said.

  "It's called RELAXATION!" Jeonghan yelled.

"It's called BORING!" The8 yelled back.

  The 2 couldn't contain their laughter as the room erupted into a pit of laughs and smiles.

  "I don't wanna go home tonight. Mind if I crash here?" Jeonghan asked hopefully, if he was here. He could maybe have a better shot of saving The8.

  The8 didn't want to. But he didn't want to seem suspicious. "Sure. Why not." The8 smiled. So Jeonghan stayed, he made them Dinner as they watched the old, kinda creepy version of Frosty the Snowman.

  It was almost 11pm and Jeonghan was out cold and there was no waking him up. The8 sighed as he looked at his sleeping friend.

The8 knew Jeonghan knew about his suicide letter, and that Jeonghan didn't want him to leave. But The8 didn't understand why he was so broken still.

"I'm sorry Jeonghan. You tried your hardest, but something's just can't be fixed." The8 whispered.

  "I'm going to miss you guys." The8 whispered as he got off the couch and grabbed his shoes. He wrote a note and set it on the table.

  I'm sorry. I know you know.

I'm sorry, I love you all so much.

My angel without wings.

♡

-The8

After doing one last things. The8, left his house, with a heavy heart and light steps, he walks quietly across the sidewalk. The bridge was about a 10 minute walk.

The moon shone brightly over the water as The8 peered over the railings. It truly looked like the perfect spot for a date.

Without even noticing. The8 got up on the railings as he gripped the bar on his side tightly.

"Wow." The8 gasped as he looked at the scenery around him. Everything was so calm and peaceful.

"It's beautiful."