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"Fuck fuck fuck!
Pick up Jisung, damn it!"

Minho cursed under his breath
as he buckled Aera up in her
baby car seat with one hand,
holding his phone to his ear
with the other.

He knew that the younger
probably would have turned
his phone off but it was
definitely worth a try.

Tiny Aera looked at him with
her little brows raised, her huge
eyes staring innocently at him
in wonder as she sucked on her
small fingers but the ravenette
was in too much distress to coo
at her now.

In other circumstances
he'd have picked her up,
hugged her close and smooched
her adorable chubby cheekies.

But not right now.

He even forgot his own rule about
no cursing in front of the baby at
the moment.

Minho closed the car door and
sat down in the driver's seat,
immediately turning the engine
on and rushing out of his driveway
with squeaking wheels.

It was hard for him to drive safely
and not over the speed limit,
his worry really got the best of him.

But even more serious was his panic,
he didn't know where to look
for Jisung.

And the more time passed,
the lower got the chance that
he'd find the younger in time.

In time before it was too late.

"Where could he have gone?
He's not from here so it should
be a place we already visited..
right?"

Minho mumbled to himself as
he desperately tried to remember
all the places where they were
the past weeks and which
place could….

Suit Jisung's intend.

He turned left at the next traffic
light and drove down the main
street until a sign caught
his attention.

Of course, why didn't he
remember that directly.

The Han River.

Jisung was sitting on the edge
of the bridge, his feet dangling
above the raging waves fifty
meters under him but he
couldn't care less.

He was leaning against the railing,
feeling the cold steel pressing
uncomfortably against his spine
and his left hand running over
the rough concrete of the ground.

A bottle of sleeping pills was
in his other hand, already missing
half of its content.

Jisung sighed softly as he rummaged
in the pocket of his hoodie, pulling
the small box out he hadn't opened
in months.

The small silver box he had
painted during one of his lonely
sleepless nights when he was in
China, a dark blue sky littered
with thousands of stars and
a beautiful moon.

'I close my eyes to dream away'

was written on it.

He took a cigarette out and put
it between his lips, getting his
lighter out and litting the
unhealthy stick up.

The grey smoke faded in the
humid air like a dream of a child
growing up in a world that would
never protect such innocence.

And Jisung just took another
drag on the cigarette, watching
the seagulls circling far above his
head and hearing their shrill cries
as the only contrast to the sound
of the waves crashing.

His face was visibly getting paler
as the minutes went by and the boy
felt himself slowly getting tired,
his hand getting heavier as he lifted
the cigarette up to his mouth.

A heavy sigh escaped him
as he breathed out the last drag,
his eyelids getting heavier as he
let his head fall back against
the railing.

Everything felt so heavy.

He stroked over the painting
on his cigarette box, a single
tear rolling down his pale cheek
before he placed it beside him.

Whoever found it should keep
it and take care of it.

Maybe a stranger would
remember him like this.

"I'm sorry Minho,
I'm sorry Aera."

And just like this he closed
his eyes and let his tired body
fall forward.

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