#uhhh idk if thiers any typos but here we go

[impulseislost]

If This is The End (1)

so this is one ive been working on and off on. and have nothing pre written so we do like men i guess ahaha. That being sorry if it seems clunky at all

Warnings: Uh.. In this case, Swearing, mentions of kidnapping/disappearances, some really bad medical work is done at one point. uhhhhh i think thats all??

Word Count: 5000+ 

Twilight

There was a quiet around him. The sort that only rested after a battle. Where all was still and the only sounds came from the dead underfoot or the dying. Never the living.

He'd witnessed this scene again and again. An empty field where he had stood so many times, a cold dread resting in his stomach as he searched for the bodies of people he had known. He didn't expect his team to be among them, yet. His boys were among the top of their game.

But Chan still remembered Jaebum's screams after Youngjae disappeared. Screams that still haunted his dreams. He still remembered the way BamBam, as he so chose to be called though gods knew why, held back his leader. The way that the tortured screams of the elder had echoed around them.

Even Felix hadn't slept well after that episode.

He sighed, as he picked his way across the bodies, nodding at one of Jaebum's team (Jackson he thought), as he passed. They were all doing the same ritual as him. Checking for their fallen and loved ones.

"Hyung." A voice cut through his thoughts, crackling over his line, distracting him from his search as he kicked the body of some red-headed male over. Relief filled Chan's veins as the face matched none of the pictures currently shown in his database.

"Hyung." The boy called him again, bringing him back to the present.

"Yes?" He kicked another body, blonde this time. Not quite the same shade, but still enough to make him check.

"Hyung, you need to get back to camp now." Camp. The one place in the world Chan wanted to be less than the bunkers.

"He's right. We need you." Another voice cut in, and the man found himself sighing as he picked his way back across the carnage. He supposed if he had found no bodies of any others yet, then there was a slim chance they were there. He needed a change from the carnage of the previous battle anyway.

He sighed, kicking up a weapon as he passed it and eyed it. Nothing he recognised. He sounded frantic, like there was something wrong, Chan noted to himself as he replayed the data of the call through one of his ear pieces. Hyung, you need to get to camp now, he never says I have to do anything, like that.

He bit his lip, worrying it as he moved. The tone the younger had used worried him for no good reason. It was then it hit him, Jeongin was panicking and that worried him more.

The ten minute run back to base was nerve wracking. He'd abandoned the caution and grace he normally moved with, sprinting until he was there. With the other... Seven? The man quickly counted, reaching his arms for Jeongin, who buried himself into the elder's chest as soon as he could.

The missing member of their group faded from his mind briefly as he took in the shaking boy in his arms. Then at Woojin, who's eyes were downcast, as if he were hiding something. Chan's eyes flicked around the assorted boys in front of him. Taking a roll call in a way.

Woojin, Jeongin, Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Minho, Jisung... Where's Felix? Chan's eyes widened, and he glanced at Woojin with a question. The elder fidgeted, avoiding his gaze.

"Where's Felix?" He asked quietly, to the entire group. He felt Jeongin's breath shudder, and saw Woojin freeze. He waited, a full minute according to his database, before he continued.

"Well? Is anyone going to tell me where he is?" Chan’s voice was quiet as he quickly searched for Felix's contact on his database, and tried to connect a line. He frowned sharply when it failed to connect. He glanced at Woojin again, as he quickly looked down. Frustration began to prickle at him, and he hissed in annoyance.

Jeongin flinched, pulling away and diving into Woojin's arms to hide. The latter dropped his weapon, causing it to flicker on and off once with a loud noise, as he wrapped his arms around the youngest in the group.

"That's… That's the problem." He muttered, looking anywhere but Chan, hell even twisting to look at the fake buildings behind them. He could see the pale blue of the ones they had set up a few nights ago from back here, next to they green of Jaebum's team. Woojin sighed, tapping Jeongin on the shoulder and leaning down to whisper to him.

"You have to show him, Jeonginnie." He murmured to him quietly, so that Chan wouldn't hear. He felt the boy tense, more than saw it, a quiet sob escaping him.

"Hyung, why me?"

"Because you were the one who found it, and he was your responsibility today." Jeongin whimpered again, pushing himself away from Woojin and clearing his throat.

"Um, hyung," he started in a quiet voice, looking away from Chan before looking up at him and continuing in a slightly stronger tone, "Channie hyung."

Chan raised an eyebrow, lowering his hand from where it'd been tapping at a screen only he could see. Jeongin swallowed sharply, reaching out a hand for Woojin. The elder’s fingers threaded through his, squeezing his hand gently for support.

"Felix, is uh... Felix is gone." His voice wobbled, as he watched Chan narrowing his eyes at the youngest in his team.

"This isn't a funny joke, Jeongin, I need you to seriously tell me where he is." The boy flinched, as Chan said this, letting himself be swallowed back up into Woojin's warm embrace.

"I-I... I'm not... I'm not joking, hyung. Felix is gone. H-he left his weapon out in the... In the field and, um..." He trailed off, sending a picture of the weapon lying on the dirty ground to Chan. They all knew what it looked like.

Felix had gotten the damned thing coloured a pale blue when it was made, against protocol, and the power lines that normally glowed a soft purple under the boys touch were dull. Chan's eyebrows furrowed, and he held out his hand, motioning for the weapon to be handed to him in proper.

Jeongin's breath hitched, and he reached behind him to draw the capsule out, shaking as he passed it to the leader. The normally warm grip was cold, and didn't light up or activate when Chan touched the hollow. He nodded slowly.

"Alright Lix, you can come out now. This isn't funny." He called in English, turning in a slow circle.

"Hyung, with all due respect, in what world would Felix ever leave his weapon behind like that?" Chan's head jerked to face Jisung, the blind boy leaning on Changbin heavily, his breath coming out harshly. He tilted his head, so the dulled colour of his eyes drifted to meet Chan's, before wincing and clenching them tightly shut.

"Felix was, ecstatic, when he got that made. What makes you think, he would ever let that leave his side?" He slumped, slipping in Changbin’s grasp, before pulling his head back up to stare at the elder. Chan winced at the boy's appearance. Blood covered, and trembling, Jisung looked like he was moments away from collapsing. Which, considering the extensive use of his mods, he most likely was.

"Really think about it hyung." Chan tore his eyes away to look back down at the pale blue instrument in his hand. The man stared at it, taking in the worn cylinder shape before cursing.

"Shit." He muttered, glancing around the group as a whole, eyebrows furrowing again as he passed the device back to Jeongin.

"Who was supposed to be with him today? Why was Felix by himself?" He asked quietly, examining carefully. His eyes caught onto the way Jeongin seemed to sink into himself, how his gaze fluttered anywhere but Chan. He waited a moment longer, before the younger hesitantly stepped forwards, his hands fidgeting together.

"Me, hyung. We, um... got separated half way through, I wasn't able to, um… Find him again after. Sorry." He mumbled, before diving back into Woojin's arms to hide. There was a moment of silence, where the whole group watched Chan with unease, as the man took a deep breath and nodded.

"You two were at the perimeter breach then?" At a nod from the younger boy, Chan just rubbed his face, letting out a slow breath.

"Right then. You all get back to camp. Changbin, make sure you get Jisung to his bed. He looks like he's about to collapse." He ordered quickly, watching as Jisung promptly started whining at him and as Seungmin reached over for Hyunjin, pulling the taller boy to his feet.

The boy stared down at the ground as they walked through the gap between more tightly compacted homes, clenching and unclenching his fists. His companion watched, in quiet remorse. Hyunjin would talk in his own time, he was always like that, and Minho didn't want to force him.

"I could've been there." The quiet sounds of the other had Minho alert, walking faster to catch up with the other, his head tilted slightly to the side. He took a moment to sort out his words before he replied.

"What?"

"I could have been there with Felix. I should've known Jeongin was still recovering, fuck, I helped him bandage his wounds this morning," Hyunjin turned to face him, eyes wider than normal, "I knew and I still let him go, with Felix."

"And if it hadn't been Felix who'd vanished, it'd probably would've been Jeongin. Are you really going to condemn him, the youngest of our unit, because you want to save a foreigner? News flash, that's pretty shitty of you, Hyunjin." Minho hadn't meant for it to come out so harsh, or as pained as it did, but the words stopped the other dancer. He looked like he wanted to raise a hand and slap him.

"Well at least we'd know that if it was Jeongin, he would be fine. He doesn't need to be paired up like Felix does. Or like you and Jisung. Honestly, it's a wonder any of you three made it out of the training barracks in the first place," He sounded bitter, "Hell, you probably only got moved out because you're a human poster boy for our unit."

Minho flinched, the colour leaving his face. That had stung a bit. Hyunjin of all people knew how hard he had worked to get this far. The long, sleepless nights he'd had where he'd gone over a single module over and over, on repeat until he could repeat it backwards to you in his sleep. Hyunjin seemed to realised what he’d said a moment later, because his eyes widened and he took a step towards the elder.

"Hyung, I--"

"Don't. Just, don't." Minho cut him off, stepping back out of his reach. He swallowed, taking a deep breath.

"Don't, don't say anything. You know, exactly what the fuck you said. And maybe you weren't thinking, but you fucking need to. Do you know, how hard, I worked to get to this point. How hard, Jisung worked to get to where he is? How hard, Felix worked?" He was shaking, he knew he needed to stop. Stop now.

"You know what? This wouldn't have even been a problem if you hadn't made assumptions about what I thought about Jeongin. This whole thing could've been avoided if you'd kept your damned mouth shut!" Hyunjin snapped back, turning on his heel and stalking off through the homes.

Minho stood there, stunned for a moment before he huffed and turned away, to start heading the other way. To his surprise, a darker haired young man stood there, leaning on the pale lavender of the wall next to him. Jisung tilted his head, staring way too far off to be looking at him, but Minho knew he was listening, all the same.

"That could've been handled better by both of you. Really." He stated, in a dry voice. Minho swallowed, eyes flicking anywhere but the younger. There was a tense moment before Jisung turned away.

"How much of that did you hear?" Minho asked cautiously, as he watched the boy rest his hand on the structure next to him, and use it to lead his way back to their area with a practiced manner.

"I heard enough. You two weren't exactly the quietest." He winced at the reply, quickly moving to follow the boy back, "It's fun to see you two arguing over some stupid shit like Felix going missing."

The sarcasm was so dense Minho could practically cut it. Another moment passed and he started following Jisung back, quickly catching up to the boy and offering him an arm to lean on. Jisung clearly hesitated, before leaning his weight fully on the elder, with a barely muffled whimper.

"I know all of us hate it, but... We have to be strong. Fighting with Hyunjin isn’t being strong." He whispered, brushing dark hair off his face. He didn't need to see past it, he just disliked the feeling of it on his face. Or that's what he said anyway. Minho sighed, holding the boy up as they walked.

"You're supposed to be asleep you know. Chan hyung would have a fit if he saw you here now." He whispered instead of replying to the younger. Jisung shrugged once, shoulders rising and falling.

"Couldn't sleep, mess tents over there somewhere. I was gonna go get something to eat, but..." Minho winced again, before hesitantly wrapping his other arm around the other boy to hug him.

"Sorry." Jisung shrugged again.

Seungmin let his head fall back and hit the wall behind him with a sharp yelp, as Woojin cleaned his wound with quick, gentle movements. Beside him, Changbin sat reading one of the elder's books, engrossed in the writing on the page. He seemed almost at peace, an eyebrow quirked as his eyes scanned over the cream page, but one could tell by the subtle way he was glaring at the page that something was up.

"Hanging in there? Seungmin?" Woojin dragged the youngest back to reality, prompting a nod from the boy, "Good. I'm going to run some pain tests. Tell me if it gets above a seven." Seungmin nodded again, and waited as Woojin attached the machine’s wires before he started speaking in a quiet tone.

"Six, six, Seven, six." He stated, as the machine went through, testing his wound and the surrounding area with gentle pressure and faint beeps. Woojin nodded once at a loud beep, detaching him with quick, efficient movements.

"Good." He noted as he started bandaging Seungmin's side, turning his attention to Changbin, "Have you slept yet Changbin? You've been running around for everyone all day today. Don't lie to me, I saw you physically carry Jisung." Changbin looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm still probably going to get more sleep than Chan hyung will in the next twenty four hours, and you're asking me?" He questioned, glancing back down at the book and flipping the page.

"You know, it's not a competi--" Seungmin started, to get cut off by Changbin.

"I'm not saying it is. I'm merely stating a fact. Chan and Felix came from the same sector on earth. With Felix missing, Chan's going to lose more sleep than he already is. That's how it was in our original team, it's how it'll be now." He looked up at Seungmin, staring at him blankly.

The younger's eyes widened. All of them had heard rumours of what had happened, things like that happened in a company, but they really heard any of them speak about their original team, before Chan had become leader of his own.

“Whatever, I’ll go crash if you want me to that badly.” He finished, closing the book and placing it to the side, “It’ll do me some good anyway. I can take Seungmin with me if you’re done with him, hyung. You probably need to sleep as well, no?” The boy rose in a fluid motion and dusted his jeans off. Woojin nodded, motioning for Seungmin to pull his shirt down.

“Ah, I wanted to go to the mess hall.” Seungmin mumbled, tugging his shirt down over the bandage and standing up with a wince.

“That’s gonna hurt for a few more days, Seungmin. Be careful with that.” Woojin commented, from where he was packing up the wires, “I can go get you something later, anyway. You and Changbin should both sleep. That’s not up for negotiation.”

Changbin nodded, motioning to Seungmin for him to follow as he left the building into the rapidly darkening night sky. The elder visibly relaxed the moment the pair were outside.

“Are you actually tired at all hyung?” Seungmin asked after a moment of walking, as he watched the elder quietly. His hair was pushed off of his face and the glare that he’d become known around base for was shown, but Seungmin knew the moment they were alone, it’d come down.

“No. I left to get hyung off my back. Probably wants to sleep himself if I’m being frank.” Seungmin nodded, watching Changbin a little longer.

“Are we gonna find him?” He asked, voice trembling as he looked down and away. A sense of hollowness was beginning to fill his chest, crushing him and making him want to curl up. More than anything did he just want to give the loud Australian a hug. To find him.

He heard Changbin sigh, before a hand patted his arm in an awkward motion.

“We’ll find him, I promise.” He dropped his arm back to his side soon after, the hand disappearing into his pocket, “It’s not like it’s the first time one of our team has gotten lost on the field anyway.”

“Jisung doesn’t count, hyung.” Changbin chuckled gently at the remark.

“We’ve never actually lost Jisung, luckily. Channie hyung got lost for a couple hours once though.” Seungmin giggled gently, as Changbin led them through the maze of artificial buildings, “Gave all of us a kick. I think, Kuni--The sector 13 guy in Jaebum sunbaemin’s team, BamBam, that’s his name. BamBam tried to take a shot at me because of it.”

Seungmin nodded with a light hum, thinking to himself.

“How’d he get lost?” Changbin snorted, running his fingers along the weapon strapped to his thigh, feeling the reassuring shape of it under them.

“He saw a flower, native to the planet --Chaeryeong’s planet I think. Our squad walked off without him, not even realising we’d lost a man. Jisung found him about four, five hours later just examining plants.” He looked at Seungmin, with an expression just asking if he believed this at all.

“I can imagine Felix doing something similar, actually.” The younger mumbled thoughtfully, after a moment of just contemplating the story

“It’s why I think we should give him a day before we report him missing. But, protocol says you have to do it as soon as it’s noticed.”

“Shitty.” Seungmin mumbled quietly, along with a nod from Changbin.

“Yeah, well… After what happened with Youngjae..” He trailed off. Which was fine, they didn’t talk about what had happened to the man anyway. Seungmin nodded, reaching out to hold onto Changbin for support. He didn’t think this team could handle a repeat of Youngjae.

Jaebum’s team barely had. And they’d been together for years before it’d happened, much longer than they had.

“No one’s going to let Youngjae repeat. Not with Felix, not with anyone.” Seungmin said, quietly and firmly. Changbin sighed, nodding grimly. The younger relaxed, stretching his arms over his head with a quiet sigh. He wondered if he could convince Changbin to let him go to the mess hall before it closed…

“There’s a good chance Felix actually did just see a flower mid battle, actually.” Changbin broke the comfortable silence that had filled the lull in the conversation, drawing Seungmin’s attention from his thoughts and quirking his lips. Yeah, he probably could convince the elder.

Walking up to the building his boss used as the strategy room was always going to intimidate him (the building was imposing after all, designed to defend the office workers in the fleet). And that was before he had to report a missing person. Chan didn’t know if this day could get any worse honestly.

Actually, he didn’t want to test that. That’s what he had thought before Jisung’s accident and the whole mess that came after. He shook his head.

Report Felix missing first, then worry about the rest, He told himself sharply, flashing his identification at the datapad on the door. It slid open with a hiss, giving Chan a brief moment to compose himself before strolling in.

Inside, a young man was calmly talking to one of the few people in the room, a young woman with a lime stripe down the shoulder of her uniform, one of the people he had to speak to. Chan sighed, glancing around for another of the lime stripped workers, before a tap on the shoulder drew his attention.

“It’s odd to see you in here, Bang Chan. You avoid this building like the plague, no?” He turned his head, before dipping into a slight bow upon noting who the speaker was.

“Jaebum hyung.” He greeted after a moment, before looking away. The elder man smiled warmly, casting a worried glance over him once Chan had stopped looking.

“Why are you here?” Jaebum asked softly. Chan tensed, his eyes flicking to the ground.

“That’s…” He hesitated, memories of screams filling his head, and he debated telling the truth. After all, he didn’t know how sensitive the topic he had in mind was for Jaebum. But the elder had been waiting for approximately thirty seconds now, and he was too tired to think up a convincing lie right this moment.

“Felix went missing during the perimeter breach, and I can’t get a line through to him.” He slowly said, watching as Jaebum’s expression transitioned from pure curiosity, to mild shock. Another moment passed before that transitioned into worry and horror.

“You’re joking.” He whispered, face drained of colour. Chan knew he should have lied to the elder.

“I really wish I was. Jeongin was paired with him today but they got separated during the breach, and none of us can contact him.” He murmured quietly, looking anywhere but Jaebum at this point. Those floor patterns were starting to look rather interesting.

“I… I’ll let you report that, then. Maybe send BamBam your way later as well, lords know you’ll need him.” Chan looked back up, into the worrying eyes of the man, and smiled weakly.

“Don’t wake him up for it, if he’s asleep. That’s all I ask.” Jaebum smiled at him, nodding quickly.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He agreed quietly, before slipping out of the way, “I’ll leave you to it then.” He nodded before leaving Chan's field of view. He was grateful for that, looking for the nearest person with a lime stripe. He relaxed as one waved him over.

“Evening Captain. What can I do for you?” The woman asked as he jogged over, her hands resting on the datapad before her. Chan checked his database for Felix quickly.

“I'm here to make a report?” The woman nodded, directing him to another screen. Made sense, you couldn't use personal screens for everything, he noted to himself as he passed over to it. He tapped the screen gently, pausing before sighing to himself.

“God, which name did he even use?” Chan tapped the screen again, buttons leading him from mission report, to missing person report . He hesitated, before tapping in ‘Lee Felix’.

Did he even register with Felix? He thought, groaning as the results turned up negative. And typed in the other’s Korean name with a sigh.

Of course he used Yongbok. Couldn’t use his English name to sign up for this could he? He sighed, tapping Felix’s name as the screen lit up with his face. Chan quickly tapped  in how long Felix had been missing for and rubbed his face. It’d be so much easier to write this on actual paper, he decided.

The man sighed again, as he let himself relax slightly, sending the report in and quickly turned to leave. He bowed in the direction of the woman who’d helped him as he left the building, taking a deep breath and shaking off unease, vaguely wondering how much sleep he’d get that night. Probably not a lot if he were to be frank about it.

“You look stressed.” A voice whispered, before Jeongin was beside him and hugging him. It comforted Chan, as the pair walked back to their camp site.

“I am, second night on a new world and Felix has gone and gotten himself lost and I found out he's used Yongbok to sign up for this goddamn army.” Jeongin hummed in response, clinging tighter to the man with a frown. A moment of quiet passed the two of them before he even tried replying.

“I thought he hated that name.”

“Well obviously not enough to sign up as Lee, fucking, Felix.” The younger nodded, as Chan snapped angrily at the memory.

“Sounds rough. Have you eaten since we got back, like at all?” Chan paused, before shaking his head and looking over at Jeongin.

“No, not yet.” He mumbled, quietly ducking his head. Jeongin giggled, slipping out of the hug and intertwining his fingers with the elders.

“Good, I'm hungry so we're getting food now. I wanna see if they've got chicken in the mess hall tonight.” The elder chuckled, pulling the boy close with a nod.

“We'll see, if not we can bother hyung for help.”

 They were all sitting in a circle when the news came, in the form of a beep from Chan’s screen. It had been a week since Felix had vanish, during which they’d been forced to sit in standby as the searches and fights went on. So what’d Chan do? He’d set up a film for the group. Thankfully, for Jisung’s ears, he’d made sure that Minho and Hyunjin were separated.

Jisung really didn’t know how much more of their bickering he could deal with honestly. And to be real, he’d probably shoot both of them if he could see or access his weapon right then if they so much as started up again. He was sick of it.

So when the beep does echo around the room, the first thing Jisung does is lean over Minho and Woojin’s laps to poke at who he thought was Chan, though it could be Seungmin from the feel of the cloth (A cotton t shirt. He vaguely recalled that only those two were wearing cotton t shirts that day). He was lucky when it really was Chan.

“Channie hyung~” The boy whined, poking the elder a few more times, “Channie  hyung, what was that~” He felt a slight tap on his ankle, from Minho he thought, before he was pulled back into a normal sitting position with another whine.

“Let the man read it first, ‘Sung, god.” Jisung smiled slightly, sitting up straighter and turning his head to a random direction, (Jeongin wasn’t sure he was comfortable with Jisung’s eyes looking at him so early in the morning, not after the last time he’d done that.) and humming. He heard Chan laugh from where he was sitting.

“Alright, alright. I’m checking it.” There was a quiet lull in the room, one that hadn’t been there for a couple days, as Chan read the notification. Jisung pouted, reaching his hands over to his left and playing with the hem of Jeongin’s jacket. Chan took a breath, and Jisung heard his hair rustling as the elder presumably ran his fingers through it, before he spoke.

“There’s good news, ish, and bad news.” Besides him, he felt Jeongin tense, the younger suddenly more alert. “They found Felix’s gear, no Felix. He’s just vanished into thin air apparently.” He heard a couple people murmur, before Changbin coughed.

“It doesn’t seem like Felix to do that.” He noted quietly. Chan nodded.

“You’re right. So, my suspicion is he’s probably been captured somewhere.” Jisung felt Jeongin (Was it though? He didn’t want to turn his mods on to check) tense up beside him, and went to pet his arm in reasurance.

“So, that’s the bad news?” He shouldn’t have to have asked, but he did anyway. Chan hummed, in the quiet assenting way he did.

“Good, ish, news is they’re rotating us back to Earth. Which means that you two,” He felt Jeongin shift again, and Jisung knew he was referring to Hyunjin and Jeongin now, “Can stop by your homes if you want on the way.”

There was a nervous chuckle, and he knew that about then Hyunjin would be running his hands through his hair in a slight panic. Going home would mean his hair would need to be redyed. He was self conscious enough about his eyes, without people seeing how ashen his hair was every time he returned from his birth planet. Jisung flickered on his mods (He couldn’t see where the fuck Hyunjin was), crawling over to Hyunjin and leaning himself against the taller before turning them off.

“You don’t have to Jinnie.” Hyunjin hummed in appreciation. Slim fingers began to brush through the Jisung’s hair in response, and he heard someone crack a joint.

“If, you’re rotating us home, when are you gonna be picking us back up?”That would be Jeongin, and Hyunjin put in his piece with a quiet hum. There was a pause, during which Jisung could only imagine what was happening.

“As soon as you want. The offer is just there in case you want to. Think of it as, a break before we have to relearn a bunch of modules. At least until we find Felix.” The fingers in Jisung’s hair paused, before starting to move again.

“In that case, I’d like to visit my mother and father.” He heard another pleased sound, this one from Chan.

“Lovely, I’ll let the boss know for you. Jeongin? Are you going to visit your’s?”  Jisung sat up, dragging himself closer to Hyunjin to steal body warmth.

“I don’t think I could face my dad after letting Felix get lost.” There was another quiet hum from Chan.

“Fair enough. Still, at least drop in for a bit while we pass.” Jeongin groaned in response.

“Ya! Take me with you Jeonginnie~” Jisung whined, sitting up to pat in the younger’s direction (He pat Changbin’s knee). Jeongin paused, before mumbling out a quiet ‘why’

“Because my parents are probably off planet again.” Chan sighed, as Hyunjin’s arms wrapped around Jisung.

“You know you probably have more tests, right Jisung?” He groaned, twisting to bury his face into Hyunjin’s shirt, the buttons pressing uncomfortably against his face.

“I don’t want to though. They’re just going to be trying to find a way to make it less exhausting for me, and then I’m going to collapse because nothing they do works.” He heard yet another sigh, before the sound of someone moving over reached him and Chan’s arms wrapped around him.

Jisung huffed, leaning into the touch. And just like that, his good mood was gone. Good Dammit Felix where are you?