Onew didn’t know what to do, after finally coming to peace that it really was him who killed his girlfriend. No, he knew exactly what to do. Pathetic and cowardly but it has always been like that though seriously, Onew didn’t kill her.

“Then who was it?” A familiar voice asked from the corner of the room. “Was it Joon then?”

“Oh, you’re alive?” My eyes narrowed and a playful smirk crept up from my lips, realizing that this girl that brought demise to both Onew and Joon was living up to her reputation. She took a sit across me, beside the psychiatrist who’s attending me.

“Yeeun you – ” the doctor warned. But Yeeun looked at him with eyes filled with determination.

“Where’s Onew?” I chuckled more gravely.

“You’re talking to him,” I said indifferently as I leaned back a bit.

Yeeun slammed her palm on the table, feisty lady doctor.

“I’m not lying. This is, as we all know, is Onew’s body. But I prefer being called Jinki.”

I didn’t need to explain further or rather I couldn’t explain anything further. Visiting hours was up, like it or not they have to leave. She has to leave.

“Bring him back.” Her voice cracked from the tears she’s trying not to let out.

Onew had the ability to glance at the future. It wasn’t fake nor was it like any other psychics. Onew could see the worse of the future and he hated it but he couldn’t stop it. It plagued him. He didn’t know what to do except escape. When he realized he could do it, that he could just give up on living the worse of what the future he can see then get back when it was all dandy again oh how he does it so often. So what could be different this time? Well, he ing just 'died' on us than destroy what scares him the most.

And Joon is worse it’s not like he’d seriously disappear. Onew can’t live without us. He’s too afraid to do anything on his own. He wants to be happy, he wants to love but he's afraid to get hurt so he runs away from them or let us handle whatever it is.

“Please don’t come back again,” I said up front. “If you love Onew as he loves you, because clearly you’re not dead yet then it’s best that you stop coming here.” I said the first nice words I said in my existence before I voluntarily left the room. 

A/N: uhhhh.... thank you for sticking through everything with me. OTL again it's messed up. but i like it and not like it. comments please. this feels lacking so i might make something in Joon's POV since this is basically as how Jinki sees it, from an audience point... ;A;