Jonghyun’s grip on Jinki's hand tightened. He lay still on their shared bed, staring at the ceiling. His vision intermittently blurred but his tears wouldn't fall. He didn't want them to, he was sure he had cried enough. At some point in time he let his head fall to the side and he stared with his sore eyes into Jinki's puffy ones. Jinki squeezed Jonghyun's hand in reassurance and Jonghyun couldn't stop his remaining tears from spilling over – the unspoken message in Jinki's watery smile broke his resolve.

“We can make it through this.”

Jonghyun wanted to believe that statement as well, so he pulled Jinki into an embrace. He needed that promise to be real, as much as Jinki did, so with each passing second he hugged Jinki tighter and the other jerkily returned his embrace. Jonghyun realised his tears were soaking Jinki's shirt and there was a dampness near his own shoulder, he smiled.

“Yeah, we will.”

There was no where left to go but up.