The Last Alphas of 2000

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈 Devastation

The situation had spiraled into chaos, with Jaemin, consumed by grief and anguish, directing accusations towards Jeno. Yangyang, aware of the gravity of the moment, swiftly employed his ability, transporting Haechan and Jeno to a serene rose field in the eastern lands.

Haechan's perplexed expression betrayed his confusion as he questioned their sudden relocation. "Why are we here?" he inquired.

Yangyang gestured towards the radiant roses encircling them, their gentle luminescence indicative of their significance. "Take a look at the roses," he urged. "They're still five, untouched, none of them scorched."

"That means Jaemin's love for us is still intact," Jeno murmured, recognizing the significance of the untouched roses.

"Exactly," Yangyang affirmed. "Perhaps his overwhelming sadness is causing this outburst. Let's empathize with him and stand by his side, especially in this tumultuous time. Jaemin is our brother, and he needs our support." Amidst the ethereal glow of the roses, they stood, unified in their resolve to support Jaemin through his darkest moments.

As Jeno knelt, his hands pressed against the earth, tears streamed down his face, each droplet a testament to his sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Jaemin. I never wanted Serim to die. I didn't plan any of this," he confessed, his voice heavy with anguish.

Haechan's eyes glistened with unshed tears, but he turned away, facing the sky, his hands gripping his waist in an attempt to contain his emotions.

Yangyang, typically detached from others' emotional displays, found himself overwhelmed. The sight of their tears, each drop an expression of pain, pierced his heart like sharp daggers. It was a discomfort he hadn't encountered before. He despised seeing his friends in such agony, a feeling he couldn't shake off.

Without even realizing it, tears welled up in his own eyes. Swiftly, he wiped them away, trying to conceal his own vulnerability in that moment. It was a sensation he hadn't expected to experience, the pain of witnessing those he cared for suffering.

"Yangyang, take us to Yiren's house," Haechan requested.

Yangyang teleported them to Yiren's house, where they found the trio in tears, seemingly aware of Serim's fate. After offering support and waiting for a more composed moment, Haechan initiated the conversation.

"Can you please tell me what happened when Jaemin came here?" he asked gently.

"He entered Serim's room with Shock, and then we heard him shout. We hurried to him and found him holding Shock's lifeless body," Yeji recounted.

"He asked me for a piece of cloth, which I gave him. Then he wrapped the ticket with it before leaving," Ryujin added.

"Okay, that's enough, thank you," Haechan remarked before issuing a request. "Yangyang, could you please go back to the castle, get my ticket from my drawer, and use a cloth or plastic to wrap it?"

Following his instructions, Yangyang obediently returned to the castle. Using their handkerchief, he wrapped the ticket before heading back to Yiren's house.

"Are they still in there?" Jeno inquired upon Yangyang's return.

"No, I think they've already gone to the funeral," Yangyang replied.

"Jeno, stay here for a while, okay? We just need to check something," Haechan directed.

Haechan and Yangyang left the house and started walking.

"Where are we going?" Yangyang asked.

"To a store that can classify different chemicals," Haechan replied.