Death is Warm; Han Jisung Centric

Death is No More

A/N: Yeah, so um, here? I don't know

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          When he woke up, it felt like his eyes were glued shut. The usual irrational panic that would go through him was nonexistent. He felt pretty numb. Once he finally opened his eyes, he saw black. A weird pang went through his chest when he took a deep breath. He tried to sit up, and realized that he was being helped. It turns out he was on Chan's lap, koala hugging him. How did that happen? Why was everyone in the living room? And why were they staring at him sadly? Did something happen? He made a confused sound, only to wince. His throat throbbed, and it was a challenge to even want to talk, let alone do it even without his throat being torn up. Looks like he was non-verbal for now. How the hell did that happen, also? What shit is he missing out on? He didn't even notice Chan trying to talk to him. "Oh shit," He thought as he started paying attention to him.

          "-back there, do you want to tell us what had you all worked up?" Jisung's face stayed blank. He shrugged, and moved to get up. Chan let him cautiously. Good thing he was paying close attention because Jisung's legs gave up right as he tried to stand up. Chan caught him right before he hit the ground. He looked alarmed. They all did. Jisung still had no expression, pointing to his throat and mouth, hopefully getting the message across that he was non-verbal. Minho nodded, and relayed the message, having prior experience with being and experiencing Jisung being nonverbal. Jisung nodded in agreement, while Chan pulled him back on his lap. Jisung sat quietly, gently rubbing at his eyes. They were sore. He nodded in thanks to Seungmin who gave him a wet towel to clean his face. Why did it seem like he'd been crying?

          Oh. Oh. Oh, shit. He had been crying. The supposed 'death' gripping him had been Chan and Changbin. He had alerted them. He had let them know. He is so worthless. He can't do anything right. Now they all knew. They are all losing sleep. Just because of him. It's all him. Just him. It's all his fault. All of it. What did they do wrong? Nothing, it was just him. IT'S All YOUR FAULT his head screamed. He blanked out. How the shit was he supposed to get himself out of this now? They all knew. They knew. They saw how pathetic he is. What is he supposed to do now? Now what? They would start treating him different now. He would be treated like glass. Glass was fragile, which means he was fragile. He was breakable. He was unfixable. He was trash.

                    He is nothing.