𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽

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...구해줘...



























the older male sat there almost lifelessly...


his built body was now thin and fragile, bony and skeleton-like. his once bright red hair was practically fading to match his pale dull skin. his eyes that once fierce held fire within them, were now empty with dark circles that rounded off underneath his eyes.








the once happy and charismatic man was gone and was replaced with a lost boy.









his eyes were closed and eyebrows furrowed as as he was laid limply on his chair, cradling his head as if he was in pain. a worried jaemin sat across him in sympathy.




hyung, are you okay?





the latter smiled halfheartedly, ❝it's just a headache. he let out a ragged fit of coughs and clutched his chest.





i'll heat you up some tea. jaemin placed a comforting hand on his back before departing to the kitchen.


he stalked across the living room where a layer of dust settled across the furniture and broken picture frames were scattered across the floor. the apartment was eerily silent with empty hallways and deserted rooms.


whilst the mug warmed up within the microwave, he let his eyes wander to a pile of medicine bottles hidden behind an unused coffee machine. tilting his head in confusion, he picked up the labeled medicine bottles.








the robot checked over his shoulder to check if the older was in the same position before he continued reading. he was familiar with the anti-anxiety prescription but was surprised with foreign words that were beyond his vocabulary. ❝ace inhibitors? beta blockers? diuretics? what are these used for? before he could operate his internal search engine, the beeping of the microwave pulled him out of his train of thought.









he ripped open the tea bag and dipped it into the mug, his lips forming a thin line as he placed it before the elder. the red-head's face was full of pain and regret as jaemin examined his tear stained cheeks.


he bit back his tongue, but he couldn't help but ask.






















do you miss them, taeyong-hyung?


















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