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Myungsoo ran, probably faster than he'd ever run before.

But it was painful--his heart hurt worse than when the guy he'd called his best friend had left him. Myungsoo tried to pretend he was running away, carrying Sungyeol's pain with him as he left. Even so, he couldn't kid himself. He'd heard the desperation and tears in Sungyeol's voice over the phone. It'd taken all his self control not to go hurtling back down the street, back towards Sungyeol, the most important person in his world.

The only thing that kept him going was the thought that leaving while he physically could might lessen the hurt Sungyeol would feel at being left alone. Myungsoo knew how horrible being abandoned felt, but at least he'd known that his ex-best friend was still around somewhere. At least there was a chance of seeing him again. For Sungyeol, there wouldn't be such chances after Myungsoo left for good. 

It's for the best. Those words he repeated in his mind, chanting them over and over again, silently, trying to hypnotise himself.

It didn't work.

On the train ride back home, Myungsoo tried not to miss the hand he'd held on the train, the head that'd leaned against his shoulder, the smile that lit up his entire world. His self-control snapped a little, and he went over to sit in the same seat as he'd sat before with Sungyeol, on their way from his home. Myungsoo tried to remember how it'd felt, being with Sungyeol, tried to imagine the boy with him once more. But it wasn't the same--Myungsoo still felt as empty as before.

He leaned his head against the window and watched the world flash past. The warm glow of the sunset didn't reach him anymore, not even when he got off the train at his stop, and walked down the street dyed a burning orange colour back to his apartment.

On the way, his eyes turned glassy, and the glowing pavement turned grey again, and another pair of legs--lanky and just a tad awkward--walked beside him. Myungsoo was lost, immersed in his memories, so much so that he looked straight through people walking past him, and when he bumped into the random pedestrian, he didn't even bother apologising, didn't bother stopping. Because Myungsoo only existed in his head right now.

After he'd let himself in, and locked the world out, Myungsoo leaned against the door, and let himself slide to the ground. Perhaps he should get out his CDs of sad songs again. Myungsoo let out a short huff of air through his nose--the closest he got to laughing at the way fate had played him. Getting abandoned, losing hope, then meeting Sungyeol, and piecing his life back together again. And eventually tearing himself away to die alone.

Alone.

Myungsoo thought of that day, when he'd first had the pain. His sister had found him them, taken care of him, whisked him off to the hospital.

His sister.

And suddenly, on top of all the wretchedness he felt, on top of all the hurt he was wallowing in, Myungsoo began to feel guilty. He thought of the way his sister's face looked when the doctor had delivered the news, thought of the way he'd fled out of the hospital. Myungsoo remembered the countless calls from her that he'd put down, refused to answer. Myungsoo remembered her concerned texts he'd only replied briefly. Myungsoo thought of the two times she'd dropped by to try to visit him--the first time he'd seen her just as he rounded the corner to his place after school, and he'd run away, over to Hoya's to hide out; the second time, he'd snuck out through the back door, and went over to spend time with Sungyeol.

Myungsoo gathered his courage to dial her number, and pressed the phone to his ear. Myungsoo was still afraid, but now he felt so tired, so defeated. All he wanted was to let someone take charge of him, tell him what to do. Myungsoo had to admit--he'd actually missed the naggy female.

She picked up after three seconds.

"Myungsoo?" She sounded uncertain.

"Noona." Myungsoo whispered. He didn't know what else to say. I'm sorry.

"Myungsoo!" Her voice suddenly sounded all relieved, and Myungsoo couldn't help tearing up a bit.

"Why didn't you answer my calls? Why wouldn't you talk to me?" She asked, voice cracking a little. "I was so worried."

"I'm sorry." Myungsoo truly was. "I guess at first I just couldn't bring myself to react. I just didn't want to feel anymore, and I was afraid that being near you, talking with you would make me want to care again." Myungsoo took a deep breath. "And then I think I went into denial, and I didn't want to hear anything about my...condition." Myungsoo clutched at the phone as if it were his lifeline.

"The two months..." His sister spoke slowly, "They ended three days ago, didn't they?"

Myungsoo's breath caught. She'd been keeping track of the dates too?

"The time frame was only an estimate." His sister continued. "It's probably only a matter of hours now..."

"Mm." Was all Myungsoo could say. He was afraid his voice would give his fear away.

"Myungsoo." His sister's voice held a note of decisiveness. "Hold on, I'm coming over right now. Silly boy."

The line went dead, and Myungsoo relaxed. His sister would take care of him, and although she would never be able to fill in Sungyeol's place, it was better than being alone. Myungsoo was afraid of being left alone.

But then the door bell rang, and Myungsoo jolted upright again. He sat there, limply propped up against the wall, debating with himself over whether he should get up to see who it was. When the sound was followed by someone knocking on his door, Myungsoo finally gave in, and crawled to see who it was. He peered out through the peephole. And then he let out a low, long breath--the closest he could get to a sigh of relief.

Hoya, Dongwoo, Sunggyu, Woohyun and Sungjong all fought to be seen through the little hole in the door, pressing their faces up close, and nearly giving Myungsoo a heartattack.

Myungsoo didn't have to be alone. He had his gang of friends.

"Myungsoo?" Sunggyu and Woohyun looked at him uncertainly as he opened the door to them. "You look terrible."

Myungsoo simply shrugged. He wasn't surprised.

"What happened?" Dongwoo ruffled his hair, as Hoya gripped his shoulders and peered at him closely.

Myungsoo could see their concern. He didn't think it was fair to keep it from them any longer. At first, he'd decided not to say anything about the chest pain, because he didn't want them to worry, didn't want his impending death to affect the way they spent time, and had fun together. But he would be gone in a day or two. If he didn't tell them now, he might never get the chance.

"I broke up with Sungyeol." Myungsoo's voice was low, and he tried to sound detached, as if he was narrating someone else's tragic story, maybe so they wouldn't feel too bad for him.

"What?" Woohyun grabbed his arm. Myungsoo didn't dare look at him. He took a deep breath.

"I'm going to die in a few days."

But at this, his friends didn't react the way he'd expected them to.

"We know." Sunggyu whispered, grabbing onto Myungsoo's shirt, as if trying to anchor him to his life.

"Sungyeol told us." Sungjong gave a small smile. "It wasn't on purpose, mind you--he thought you'd have told us already, seeing as we were closer to you than Sungyeol was at that time."

Myungsoo only stared at them. So they'd known, all this time. And they still tried to teach him to dance, still tried to recruit him into their little audition group. Myungsoo gaped slightly.

"We hadn't realised." Dongwoo spoke softly. "We wanted to spend as much time with you as we could."

That would explain the more-often-than-really-neccessary-military-style dance trainings.

Myungsoo looked round at the group of boys around him.  They'd only gotten to know each other three years ago, when they'd first joined Woolim High, but Myungsoo realised what a big part they played in his life, how his life couldn't have possibly been complete without them in it, the way they looked out for each other, the way they teased each other. Myungsoo realised how lucky he was to have met them.

"So did Sungyeol." Sunggyu looked him in the eye, as if challenging him to deny his words. "Sungyeol wanted to be there for you right till the very end. He wanted to be with you when you go. He wanted to hold your hand, be there for you, in case you were scared."

And by this time, Myungsoo couldn't see his friend's faces clearly--the tears he'd tried to hold back collected, trembled on the edges of his eyelashes, and splashed onto his hands, his clothes, rolled down the sides of his face.

The rhythm of the sobs wracked through his body, and he stiffened. Something tugged hard, burning, in his chest, making him gasp for breath. Myungsoo leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down it, clutching the front of his shirt, as if it would lessen the pain. As if it would make it better.

It was happening already. His end.

"Myungsoo!" One of his friends shouted (Myungsoo couldn't figure out who--he was too occupied with the pain), and the whole group crouched down with Myungsoo.

Myungsoo tried to wave them away, assure them that he was alright, but another pang sent him gasping for air.

"Myungsoo!" His sister bent over him, taking one of his arms, and throwing it around her shoulder, supporting him, so that he stood nearly doubled over, leaning heavily on him. Sunggyu took her cue, and supported his other side. Together, they bundled him into the car, still twitching in pain, and set off at break-neck speed towards the hospital.

On the car ride, his friends sat nearly piled on top of each other (there were only five seats available, and seven people, including Myungsoo's sister). They wailed, and blubbered, and muttered hasty prayers, and looked for all the world like maniacs. Myungsoo would have laughed, if he hadn't been in agony. His sister looked like the only sane person.

They half-carried Myungsoo into the hospital, and Myungsoo stopped his sister, one hand on her arm, just before he was whisked into the ER by a team of strangers.

"Noona," Myungsoo couldn't help the waver in his voice, "I'm scared."

His friends clung even harder to him, and had to be pried away. His sister hesitated. What could she say? Myungsoo realised, and let himself be dragged off by the strangers in white.

Capable, quick hands hooked him up to a odd-looking machine, sticking the wires to his skin. Someone took the bokkd pressure in his right arm. Myungsoo felt light headed, and squeezed his eyes shut, not really knowing what it was he waited for.

"...history of heart disease?..." Myungsoo vaguely made out the words of someone speaking to his sister, who hovered by the doorway.

"No."

"...no temperature...heart rate fairly normal..."

Myungsoo tried to tune out the talking, and focus on the pain in his chest. It was less intense than before, and Myungsoo could feel himself relaxing, and breathing more normally. Was dying like this? Just slowly slipping away?

Myungsoo let his limbs go limp, sank into the matress he'd been guided to. He waited, as the pain died away, for the sounds of the hospital to dwindle away, just as his life was slipping away from his grasp. He wanted to relax, to simply lie there, undisturbed, until everything was over.

But the doctor kept on yakking to his sister, and didn't let him have the peace and quiet he wanted. Eventually, Myungsoo couldn't take it anymore, and sat up, startling the nurses beside him.

"Can you please be quiet?" Myungsoo asked as civilly as a dying boy could.

The doctor and his sister only stared at him, as he got up, and drew the green surgical curtains around his bed, trying to block them out.

"Are you feeling better?" The curtains twitched open, and the doctor's face appeared. He looked utterly confused. Myungsoo sighed. This guy was starting to get a little irritating. What did he have to do to be able to die in peace.

Myungsoo didn't say anything, and was rushed off to have an x-ray taken.

When Myungsoo passed by the horribly uncomfortable plastic chairs, he thought of how one skinny boy had stretched out across them, to grab hold of his gown, to wish him good luck. Myungsoo never felt like he needed luck as badly as he did right now.

Once more, he found himself seated beside the desk in the doctor's room. Myungsoo frowned. Just when would he die?

"How often does this chest pain happen?" The doctor leaned back in his chair, glancing at the black and white image his sister held. She had a strangely bemused expression on her face. Myungsoo didn't feel it was very appropriate for a person whose younger sibling's death was imminent.

"Quite often, I guess." Myungsoo shrugged. "It doesn't really happen when I do something specific. Just during daily activities..." Myungsoo trailed off. He raised an eyebrow at his sister, whose hands had started shaking a little.

The doctor nodded once.

"Microvascular Angina."

Myungsoo leaned forward. "What?"

"Microvascular Angina." The doctor drew in a breath, and Myungsoo held his. "I'm terribly sorry, but you've been diagnosed wrongly. You have Microvascular Angina. It's not life threatening. It's curable."

Myungsoo stared. He could hear a clatter behind him, as his sister processed the information, and dropped whatever it was she was holding.

"I'm going to live." Myungsoo didn't say that as a question, but rather as a spoken statement. He wanted to hear his own voice saying that. The doctor nodded. Myungsoo turned to his sister, and was about to say something, when the door to the room burst open. Myungsoo's gang of friends came rushing in. Myungsoo gaped at them.

"We're here for you." Sunggyu rubbed fiercely at his tears. "We'll be here till the end."

Sungjong held up his phone, halfway through a conversation with someone on the other line.

"I'm calling Sungyeol. You can't go without seeing him for the last time. Hang in there."

And then they seemed to notice that Myungsoo was sitting up straight in his chair, and wasn't twitching about in pain. It was their turn to stare. Myungsoo finally registered that Sungjong was on the phone with Sungyeol, and had probably told the boy that he was dying.

God damnit.

Myungsoo lunged forward, and snatched the phone out of Sungjong's hands.

"Sungyeol?" Myungsoo could hear a rustling sound, and harsh breathing, as if Sungyeol was running somewhere.

He'd probably rushing over here, Myungsoo realised. Before Sungyeol could say anything, Myungsoo continued.

"Where are you now?"

There was a pause, as if Sungyeol had to figure it out himself.

"Park." Sungyeol gasped. That made sense. The hospital was right next to the park, which was opposite Sungyeol's house.

Leaping out of his chair, and scaring everyone once more, Myungsoo legged it out of the hospital after hopping into his regular clothes again, hastily donned jacket open and flapping in the wind. He crossed the road to get to the park he'd jogged to with Sungyeol. He didn't even break his breakneck speed, dodging occasional joggers, dog walkers, cyclists as best as he could. Once again, there weren't many people about, this time because it was night, and it was below freezing, and every sane person was safely at home, and Myungsoo avoided crashing into them fairly easily.

That is, until he ran straight into someone running in the opposite direction. Both people tried to swerve to avoid the other, and both ended up colliding, and collasping onto the grassy patch beside the path.

"So sorr--" Sungyeol struggled to get up, to rush to the hospital, and didn't even look to see who it was he'd bumped into, until the person grabbed hold of his waist, and dragged him back down.

"Myungsoo?" Sungyeol's eyes opened wide. He ran his fingers lightly over Myungsoo's face, feeling the skin, making sure it really was him. Sungyeol stared at him wonderingly.

"Why're you here?" Sungyeol gripped onto Myungsoo's shoulders. "I thought you were..."

Myungsoo looked at Sungyeol, saw where the boy's tears had streaked his face as he'd run, noticed the salty liquid b in his eyes again, threatening to fall.

"They got it wrong." Myungsoo realised suddenly, "Noona must have mixed up the x-rays that day, when she fell! There were two she wasn't quite sure of. That must've been mine and someone else's!" Myungsoo ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the fact that he wasn't going to die.

"So you're alright?" Sungyeol whispered, still clinging to Myungsoo's shirt.

Myungsoo nodded in wonder.

"Then the pain...?" Sungyeol didn't dare believe what was happening.

"The doctor called it something else. There's medcine for that kind of stuff." Myungsoo smiled. He shifted, arm wrapping itself around Sungyeol's shoulders, pulling him down to lie beside him on the grass. The frost on the grass crunched a little below them, but the boys were warm from their running. Sungyeol's shoulders started shaking, and Myungsoo got up on one elbow, staring at him in alarm.

"Don't..." Sungyeol was trying so hard to stop crying, that he was starting to hiccup, "Ever...leave me...like again."

Myungsoo tried to explain himself. "It thought it would be a happier ending that way, because you probably wouldn't have hurt so bad..."

Sungyeol swatted at Myungsoo's nose. "I never wanted a happier ending." Sungyeol smiled through his tears. "I only like happy endings."

Myungsoo groaned. Happy endings. Sungyeol was really too fixated on fairytales and the like. He could predict what Sungyeol was going to say next.

"Do you believe in happy endings now?" Sungyeol prodded Myungsoo's side, sounding smug, as if he'd just proven something to Myungsoo. Myungsoo scrunched up his eyebrows, and tapped his chin thoughtfully. He took a deep breath.

"No."

Sungyeol propped himself up on his elbows too, and shot Myungsoo an incredulous look. "What?!"

Myungsoo turned to look down the path, where five boys jogged towards them. Myungsoo smiled at them as they flopped down, groaning, next to him and Sungyeol, turning the small grassy patch into a tangle of arms, legs, and tired boys. Sunggyu sat up suddenly, and looked at them.

"You know," He smiled, "Our group needs a name. We can't just walk into the audition calling ourselves 'Sunggyu and gang'." (Needless to say, everyone excluding Sunggyu winced at the name.)

Myungsoo glanced at Sungyeol, and for a moment, a tiny glint of silver on Sungyeol's ear caught the light of the street lamp beside them. A little figure of eight, a narrow silver strip that curved downwards, twisted upwards, and then continued on its previous path once more to meld with itself, merging the end of the silver strip with its start, so the line it created never broke and the eye followed it over and over again, in a dizzying, neverending cycle. Its twin glinted softly on Sungyeol's earlobe. Myungsoo smiled.

"I've got the perfect name for us, guys." Myungsoo gestured to all of them. "Infinite. We're Infinite."

We'll be together forever. I'm going to live forever.

And nobody could come up with a better name.

Myungsoo lay back on the grass, locked fingers with Sungyeol, and lifted their hands in the air. Myungsoo looked at the intertwined fingers, so messy and jumbled that it was impossible to tell which fingers belonged to who. Myungsoo decided he liked the look of their hands, silhouetted against the inky night sky, both looking like one giant fist, raised towards the heavens, ready to fight against whatever life pitted against them. Everything was so perfect, so right at that moment, that Myungsoo couldn't help but think of 'happy ever after' s. He turned his head to stare at Sungyeol, and found the boy already watching him.

"You know what?" Myungsoo grinned, "If we manage to get through auditions, and stay together as a group, and debut together as Infinite, then I might actually start believing in happy endings."

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Epilogue:

(4 years, several auditions, and one group debut later)

Sunggyu settled himself more comfortably on the dance studio floor. He cleared his throat, and looked at Myungsoo curiously.

"So... What did you call us over for?"

Myungsoo, who had organised the secret meeting of the members in a vacant dance studio flapped his arms about a little, and shushed his leader, for fear of being overheard by one particular, absent group member. Myungsoo cast a furtive look over his shoulder, making sure they were truly alone.

"It's like this..." Myungsoo took a melodramatic deep breath. Everyone leaned in closer to hear the seemingly important words Myungsoo had to say.

"What should I get Sungyeol for his birthday?!" Myungsoo cried in distress, running a hand through his already sweaty, messy hair (they'd just had dance practice, and Sungyeol had popped to the toilet to freshen up).

Everyone groaned. Myungsoo had asked the same question, every year since he'd met the boy. Every year, he'd fret over the very same problem, then go off in search of the perfect present, and come back with something amazing and spot on for Sungyeol. Something that outshone any other present in the pile that Sungyeol received from the rest of Infinite.

Basically, Myungsoo would stress himself out over nothing each year--Sungyeol would love anything Myungsoo got for him anyway.

"Help me," Myungsoo begged, almost tearing up in desperation, "Please."

And so Sunggyu decided to take pity on his silly group member.

"Sungyeol loves fairytales." Sunggyu paused to gesture at Myungsoo. "You like writing." He waited for Myungsoo to catch on.

Myungsoo blinked.

Woohyun sighed, and carried on for Sunggyu. "Why don't you write a story for Sungyeol?"

"A story?" Myungsoo froze, creative juices beginning to churn in his head. "Our story?" His face melted into a sudden smile, startling his friends. "That's a great idea! I'll try..."

And so he did. Dear reader, you've read proof.

Oh, and if anybody's wondering, Myungsoo, Sungyeol--all of them--lived happily ever after.

-End-  

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 Hope you liked the end!! Hope it wasn't too abstract either... >< It does make sense, right? ><"