𝘼 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙃 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙂𝙊𝙊𝘿𝘽𝙔𝙀 : nyukyu.

𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀.

each time that changmin would look at him, tears would fill his eyes. what if there wasnt any way for this to end? what if there was a time where going back just wouldnt be an option anymore? what if he had to live without chanhee in his life forever? nothing could describe the stress and panic that had settled in his heart.

it was eating him out, all the questions running through his mind. it was hard to focus on the screams around him as chanhee was killed yet again, a knife stabbed through his back as he fell to the cafe floor.

changmin did what he did each time, try to stop the bleeding, tell him he loves him, give him a kiss, and fail to make him survive. it always ended with a pale and lifeless chanhee right in front of him.

everyone around him seemed so sorry for him, but stayed silent as he bawled his eyes out. changmin just wanted someone to let it all out to, someone who would actually understand what he was going through.

and thats what brought him here, to the whatever this place was called. not a therapist but something along the lines of a 99¢ store. he wished that they knew what he needed most, for all of this to end, for chanhee to stay by his side and laugh with him as they held hands, happy and alive.

the girl in front of him— what was her name again? minja? no, it was minji— stared at him for awhile, as if she was trying to sort out all of his thoughts for him to change what she found to be most important for him.

what could it be? a change of feelings? bringing chanhee back from the dead for all of those times? give him the smallest bit of hope he had left back?

"oh, dear, youre a mess." minji finally spoke, her eyes softening in empathy. "i know im not supposed to be asking this, this isnt part of my job, but do you want to tell me what all is happening? its better to let it out than bottle it up, and i wont judge you" at this, more tears flooded out of his eyes, the image of chanhee's dead and cold body back at the cafe appearing in his thoughts again.

"its so hard, why cant i get it right? he keeps on fucking dying, and i hate having to go back in time over and over again so i can save him only to fail each and every time. i love him, minji, i love him. hes my best friend, and i love him. more than i should. why cant i move on? hes obviously destined to die young like this, so why do i always try to change the way of his fate? why cant i live without him by my side?" he didnt realize the hand over his until he was done, his eyes and nose red as he only sobbed more.

"i believe that youll find a way eventually, dont give up just yet. easier said than done, i know, but be hopeful, even if its only a little bit. youll save him, i know you will." maybe that was the magic in these places, because changmin suddenly felt like he could get this right.