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MAMA!AU INJURIES 

Chen - Lichtenberg Figure, Kai - Glitch, Baekhyun - Flash Blindness, Xiumin - Frostbite, Tao - Time Lag, Chanyeol - Burns, Yixing - Drained, Suho, Sehun and Kyungsoo - They didn’t make it… 

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Years. That’s how long it had taken them, him, to find them, to know. Though the point of grieving seemed to have passed, discoloured forget-me-nots lay wilted at the foot of dull, grey gravestones, shrivelled, long dead. Almost a sick sort of tribute to the frailty of life that had once been thought endless.

Chanyeol breathes in, cigarette between his lips. A bad habit, Yixing had once said, laughed at Chanyeol’s indignation when he had stressed Yixing was no better. That was before, when things were okay, when there was no need to worry. When they hadn’t been afraid of themselves.

He automatically brings a hand up to rub over his cheek, extinguish the tears that aren’t really there, but his fingers shake when they press to the disfigured skin, marred, ugly. And he still feels the burn, eating through bone and muscle from the inside out, through skin that had once been untouchable. Screams ring in his ear, pleas linger and he rips his hand away. Drops it to his side.

Thunder rolls in overhead, sky ashen with promise and he wonders where Jongdae is, if the others know. If somewhere in the fractured reality Jongin lives someone had stopped him for long enough to tell him Junmyeon wasn’t quite living. If Zitao had stood where he was, or was too lost in time to remember them.

He lets the cigarette drop from his lips, crushes it beneath the heel of his boot. He replaces the flowers, something bright, lively, that would dull over time just as the others had. He hesitates at Kyungsoo’s, brings back the hand that wants to touch, afraid there will be consequences. Baekhyun needed him, he reminded himself. Yixing needed him. He needs them too, he thinks.

He doesn’t look back.