When You Face Tomorrow - Chapter 8
Author: Shriya_4
Pairing: Jaemin/Homin/Yoomin/Minsu (mainly OT5)
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Character Death, Language
Disclaimer: I want to own them and marry them..but i can't so well..they belong to themselves. This is my first fic so be nice :P Saranghe <3
Summary: Reuniting them is his one last wish. Can he make them face a tomorrow without him?
Chapter 8:
Changmin had been visiting the doctor once a week. After Jaejoong's round of interrogation, he'd decided to be more careful by going to the doctor when the other members had various other schedules to attend to.
He'd been taking his medication regularly, but they were beginning to take a toll on him. He had started sleeping more, his appetite had been going down tremendously (but he'd put on the act of being the foodwhore he'd always been), his stamina had become close to nothing (he'd wanted to pass out after dancing to two songs) but he still fought his exhaustion until the end. As for the singing, his manager had asked him to lip sync the higher notes, so as to not aggravate his throat. Changmin had agreed to this, but on the condition that he would sing live for their comeback concert, no matter which song they chose to do.
He thought he'd been perfect in his acting, even Jaejoong had gotten over his suspicions and had started treating him normally again.
He'd believed his plan had gone perfectly. The others had stopped coming to him with their problems and had instead begun to ask each other or do it themselves. He wouldn't even admit it to himself, but he felt like he no longer belonged. He felt lost, but knew that this was something that he had to do.
However, fate had decided to play her cards against him once again. He was sitting alone in his appartment and watching TV, after practicing songs with the others for hours at a stretch, when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up to open it, but felt dizzy. He grabbed onto something for support, but felt his knees give out anyway. His throat began to throb and then the pain began to spread to the rest of his body. He felt paralysed from head to toe, and he could feel hot, scorching tears roll down his face from the pain. He tried to open his mouth and tell the person at the door to comeback later, when he started to throw up. His body shaking with every gut wrenching retch. He smelled the stale odour and the metallic stench of blood and cried harder, everything inside of him hurting as if he were being burned alive.
On some level, he could hear the bell ringing more insistently, but he couldn't make himself do anything about it. All he could do was curl himself up into a ball and cry.
He jumped when he felt an arm come around him, pulling him into an upright position, and another rubbing soothing circles around his back. Changmin felt his head fall against the persons shoulder like a limp rag doll and he turned his head with a herculean effort to look at person holding him. His heart nearly stopping when he looked at Junsu's frightened expression.
Junsu had decided to go see Changmin, wanting to beat up his donsaeng for his abnormally cold behaviour. He'd talked it over with the other three and they had all decided that he should be the one to talk to Changmin, since they were closer in age. Junsu had had it with Changmin's bitchy behaviour, he wanted his old best friend back, not someone with a pole stuck up his ass.
With that resolve in mind he trudged his way upto Min's apartment and rang the door bell. Waiting impatiently for his donsaeng to answer. After another five minutes of waiting he rang the bell over and over again, thinking that Changmin had fallen asleep again (which for some strange reason he'd been doing a lot). He began to panic a little when no one answered and called up Jaejoong, asking for Changmin's door code. "Call me up when you see him," Jaejoong said before hanging up.
Junsu threw the apartment door open and walked a step inside, before breaking out into a run at the sight of his dongsaeng lying curled up on the floor, throwing up large quantities of food and blood and crying his eyes out.
Junsu felt his heart thundering in gut wrenching fear as he held onto Changmin, pulling him up against his chest and rubbing his back in comfort.He held onto Changmin tightly, grabbing onto the boy's shirt, afraid that if he let him go, then he'd loose him. He prayed to every god that there was to let this whole thing be a dream, that the fact that his donsaeng had probably thrown up a bucket full of blood be a nightmare that he could wake up from.
However, what Junsu didn't know was that fate had already dealt Min the card of Death. What Junsu didn't know yet was that Min would be taken away from him soon, and that he could do nothing to stop it.
Min for his part could do nothing. He turned into Junsu's embrace, and clutched his hyung against him and cried. Cried for all that he was worth and everything he was going to loose.
A/N Sigh..what an angst filled chapter. It was pretty short too, I couldn't write anymore without wanting to sob, so i stopped right there. My poor min min. AND WHAT IS THIS? JUNSU FINDS OUT? WILL MIN TELL HIM EVERYTHING? WILL JUNSU TELL EVERYONE ELSE? *gasp* let's wait and watch. Oh and here's an aborable minsu picture for u...<3
Pairing: Jaemin/Homin/Yoomin/Minsu (mainly OT5)
Genre: Fantasy, Romance, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Character Death, Language
Disclaimer: I want to own them and marry them..but i can't so well..they belong to themselves. This is my first fic so be nice :P Saranghe <3
Summary: Reuniting them is his one last wish. Can he make them face a tomorrow without him?
Chapter 8:
Changmin had been visiting the doctor once a week. After Jaejoong's round of interrogation, he'd decided to be more careful by going to the doctor when the other members had various other schedules to attend to.
He'd been taking his medication regularly, but they were beginning to take a toll on him. He had started sleeping more, his appetite had been going down tremendously (but he'd put on the act of being the foodwhore he'd always been), his stamina had become close to nothing (he'd wanted to pass out after dancing to two songs) but he still fought his exhaustion until the end. As for the singing, his manager had asked him to lip sync the higher notes, so as to not aggravate his throat. Changmin had agreed to this, but on the condition that he would sing live for their comeback concert, no matter which song they chose to do.
He thought he'd been perfect in his acting, even Jaejoong had gotten over his suspicions and had started treating him normally again.
He'd believed his plan had gone perfectly. The others had stopped coming to him with their problems and had instead begun to ask each other or do it themselves. He wouldn't even admit it to himself, but he felt like he no longer belonged. He felt lost, but knew that this was something that he had to do.
However, fate had decided to play her cards against him once again. He was sitting alone in his appartment and watching TV, after practicing songs with the others for hours at a stretch, when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up to open it, but felt dizzy. He grabbed onto something for support, but felt his knees give out anyway. His throat began to throb and then the pain began to spread to the rest of his body. He felt paralysed from head to toe, and he could feel hot, scorching tears roll down his face from the pain. He tried to open his mouth and tell the person at the door to comeback later, when he started to throw up. His body shaking with every gut wrenching retch. He smelled the stale odour and the metallic stench of blood and cried harder, everything inside of him hurting as if he were being burned alive.
On some level, he could hear the bell ringing more insistently, but he couldn't make himself do anything about it. All he could do was curl himself up into a ball and cry.
He jumped when he felt an arm come around him, pulling him into an upright position, and another rubbing soothing circles around his back. Changmin felt his head fall against the persons shoulder like a limp rag doll and he turned his head with a herculean effort to look at person holding him. His heart nearly stopping when he looked at Junsu's frightened expression.
Junsu had decided to go see Changmin, wanting to beat up his donsaeng for his abnormally cold behaviour. He'd talked it over with the other three and they had all decided that he should be the one to talk to Changmin, since they were closer in age. Junsu had had it with Changmin's bitchy behaviour, he wanted his old best friend back, not someone with a pole stuck up his ass.
With that resolve in mind he trudged his way upto Min's apartment and rang the door bell. Waiting impatiently for his donsaeng to answer. After another five minutes of waiting he rang the bell over and over again, thinking that Changmin had fallen asleep again (which for some strange reason he'd been doing a lot). He began to panic a little when no one answered and called up Jaejoong, asking for Changmin's door code. "Call me up when you see him," Jaejoong said before hanging up.
Junsu threw the apartment door open and walked a step inside, before breaking out into a run at the sight of his dongsaeng lying curled up on the floor, throwing up large quantities of food and blood and crying his eyes out.
Junsu felt his heart thundering in gut wrenching fear as he held onto Changmin, pulling him up against his chest and rubbing his back in comfort.He held onto Changmin tightly, grabbing onto the boy's shirt, afraid that if he let him go, then he'd loose him. He prayed to every god that there was to let this whole thing be a dream, that the fact that his donsaeng had probably thrown up a bucket full of blood be a nightmare that he could wake up from.
However, what Junsu didn't know was that fate had already dealt Min the card of Death. What Junsu didn't know yet was that Min would be taken away from him soon, and that he could do nothing to stop it.
Min for his part could do nothing. He turned into Junsu's embrace, and clutched his hyung against him and cried. Cried for all that he was worth and everything he was going to loose.
A/N Sigh..what an angst filled chapter. It was pretty short too, I couldn't write anymore without wanting to sob, so i stopped right there. My poor min min. AND WHAT IS THIS? JUNSU FINDS OUT? WILL MIN TELL HIM EVERYTHING? WILL JUNSU TELL EVERYONE ELSE? *gasp* let's wait and watch. Oh and here's an aborable minsu picture for u...<3