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► B.A.P; Daehyun/Jongup | AU; angst | 700+w
Warning: Character death.
Daehyun is determined to make the younger feel something before it's too late.
a/n: idek with the summary and this whole fic tbh, sorry. it's 4am, result of having such crappy days lately. have a good day everyone~
It was 3am when Daehyun received a call from Himchan and it wasn’t good news. Daehyun’s heart sunk when he heard the soft choked mumbles from the other line, he dropped his phone and bolted out of the door.
Daehyun blocked out what the man in a white coat was saying after “brain tumour” “I’m sorry” and “he doesn’t have much time”. With Himchan’s silent choked sobs and Yongguk’s soft whispers of sweet lies to other’s shoulder, he wanted to convince himself that everything is just a dream and he’ll wake up soon but he couldn’t; a dream, a very very unpleasant dream. He pushed himself off the white wall and stops in front of a slightly ajar door. He peered in, his heart breaking into millions of fragments. He sees Jongup’s sickly figure on the bed. He watched Junhong’s knuckles go pale white as he gripped Jongup’s blanket hard, his head on the mattress with Youngjae softly patting the latter’s back. Daehyun wanted to move away but he was frozen on the spot. His vision blurred by the moist that built up on the corners of his eyes. He shuts his eyes and ran away with Yongguk calling after him.
“Hyung, he’s doing it again.” Junhong whispers, his voice thin and his eyes blood shot red from crying. Daehyun sees the fear in the younger’s eyes; he nods tightly before heading to the roof.
Jongup had picked up a habit of sitting on the roof at night. He and the others strongly disapprove of it, the kid could just easily throw hi- Daehyun doesn’t even want to think about that. He stops at the mouth of the rooftop door, cold wind blowing through his hair. He sees Jongup’s silhouette sitting on the roof concrete surface’s edge, his back facing him. Daehyun approaches slowly and sits next to him, swinging his legs over the hard cold banister.
“You shouldn’t do that.” Daehyun turns to younger. He’s smiling at him; the moonlight shining on Jongup’s face making the dark circles under his tired eyes become prominent.
Daehyun doesn’t break eye contact. “You shouldn’t do it too.” Jongup laughs, it’s not happy nor a sad laugh, it is empty and emotionless; Daehyun shivers.
“Aren’t you cold?” Daehyun eyes Jongup’s exposed pale arms, the muscles that used to hug Jongup’s arms are now gone. Jongup’s losing weight rapidly.
“Don’t be silly hyung. I can’t feel anything.” They both stay silent, each other’s gazes still intact. Daehyun’s instinct tells him to be alert, ready for anything. He grips on the ledge. “I wonder what it would feel like if I jump.” Jongup’s mouth curls slightly, eyes bleak.
Suddenly, the alarms in Daehyun’s head go off. Daehyun swings his arm and hooks it around Jongup’s waist and pushes the both of them backwards towards the roof’s concrete floor.
“Why?” Daehyun scrambles on top of Jongup; straddling the younger, clutching a handful of the younger’s shirt, panting. Jongup just stares blankly at the older male. Daehyun bites his lip and pulls an arm back, ready to hit the stupid boy underneath him. He couldn’t understand. Why is Jongup so fucking eager to leave them? To leave him? Daehyun’s eyes sting. “Answer me you bastard!” A tear lands on Jongup’s cheek. Daehyun crashes their lips together, his hands on the younger’s jaw deepening the kiss. Jongup responds by placing his hands on Daehyun’s before intertwining them. Daehyun pulls away and looks at the boy underneath him, searching his eyes and finding something in them, emotion.
“Jongup, I fucking love you, okay?” Daehyun presses their foreheads together, his thumb caressing Jongup’s palm.
“I-“ Before the latter could finish, he convulses; his muscles violently contracting underneath Daehyun. Daehyun clutches Jongup’s body close to his, calling out for Junhong, Himchan, whoever. He’s fucking scared; he doesn’t want to lose Jongup, ever.
Daehyun thumbs a photo frame in his hands. Jongup is grinning up at him, he sadly smiles back. He hears Himchan’s soft sniffles and Yongguk whispering “it’s time” almost inaudibly; Junhong places a hand on Daehyun’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Daehyun doesn’t move when Yongguk herds the rest to the chapel, he presses the cold glass of the photo frame against his forehead; he whispers
“Moon Jongup, see you soon.”
► B.A.P; Daehyun/Jongup | AU; angst | 700+w
Warning: Character death.
Daehyun is determined to make the younger feel something before it's too late.
a/n: idek with the summary and this whole fic tbh, sorry. it's 4am, result of having such crappy days lately. have a good day everyone~
It was 3am when Daehyun received a call from Himchan and it wasn’t good news. Daehyun’s heart sunk when he heard the soft choked mumbles from the other line, he dropped his phone and bolted out of the door.
Daehyun blocked out what the man in a white coat was saying after “brain tumour” “I’m sorry” and “he doesn’t have much time”. With Himchan’s silent choked sobs and Yongguk’s soft whispers of sweet lies to other’s shoulder, he wanted to convince himself that everything is just a dream and he’ll wake up soon but he couldn’t; a dream, a very very unpleasant dream. He pushed himself off the white wall and stops in front of a slightly ajar door. He peered in, his heart breaking into millions of fragments. He sees Jongup’s sickly figure on the bed. He watched Junhong’s knuckles go pale white as he gripped Jongup’s blanket hard, his head on the mattress with Youngjae softly patting the latter’s back. Daehyun wanted to move away but he was frozen on the spot. His vision blurred by the moist that built up on the corners of his eyes. He shuts his eyes and ran away with Yongguk calling after him.
“Hyung, he’s doing it again.” Junhong whispers, his voice thin and his eyes blood shot red from crying. Daehyun sees the fear in the younger’s eyes; he nods tightly before heading to the roof.
Jongup had picked up a habit of sitting on the roof at night. He and the others strongly disapprove of it, the kid could just easily throw hi- Daehyun doesn’t even want to think about that. He stops at the mouth of the rooftop door, cold wind blowing through his hair. He sees Jongup’s silhouette sitting on the roof concrete surface’s edge, his back facing him. Daehyun approaches slowly and sits next to him, swinging his legs over the hard cold banister.
“You shouldn’t do that.” Daehyun turns to younger. He’s smiling at him; the moonlight shining on Jongup’s face making the dark circles under his tired eyes become prominent.
Daehyun doesn’t break eye contact. “You shouldn’t do it too.” Jongup laughs, it’s not happy nor a sad laugh, it is empty and emotionless; Daehyun shivers.
“Aren’t you cold?” Daehyun eyes Jongup’s exposed pale arms, the muscles that used to hug Jongup’s arms are now gone. Jongup’s losing weight rapidly.
“Don’t be silly hyung. I can’t feel anything.” They both stay silent, each other’s gazes still intact. Daehyun’s instinct tells him to be alert, ready for anything. He grips on the ledge. “I wonder what it would feel like if I jump.” Jongup’s mouth curls slightly, eyes bleak.
Suddenly, the alarms in Daehyun’s head go off. Daehyun swings his arm and hooks it around Jongup’s waist and pushes the both of them backwards towards the roof’s concrete floor.
“Why?” Daehyun scrambles on top of Jongup; straddling the younger, clutching a handful of the younger’s shirt, panting. Jongup just stares blankly at the older male. Daehyun bites his lip and pulls an arm back, ready to hit the stupid boy underneath him. He couldn’t understand. Why is Jongup so fucking eager to leave them? To leave him? Daehyun’s eyes sting. “Answer me you bastard!” A tear lands on Jongup’s cheek. Daehyun crashes their lips together, his hands on the younger’s jaw deepening the kiss. Jongup responds by placing his hands on Daehyun’s before intertwining them. Daehyun pulls away and looks at the boy underneath him, searching his eyes and finding something in them, emotion.
“Jongup, I fucking love you, okay?” Daehyun presses their foreheads together, his thumb caressing Jongup’s palm.
“I-“ Before the latter could finish, he convulses; his muscles violently contracting underneath Daehyun. Daehyun clutches Jongup’s body close to his, calling out for Junhong, Himchan, whoever. He’s fucking scared; he doesn’t want to lose Jongup, ever.
Daehyun thumbs a photo frame in his hands. Jongup is grinning up at him, he sadly smiles back. He hears Himchan’s soft sniffles and Yongguk whispering “it’s time” almost inaudibly; Junhong places a hand on Daehyun’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. Daehyun doesn’t move when Yongguk herds the rest to the chapel, he presses the cold glass of the photo frame against his forehead; he whispers
“Moon Jongup, see you soon.”