Jin shoves past groups of people huddled together. Some of them are crying,some have fainted. As he makes his way to the front, he tells himself he's not going to be weak like that. Namjoon has always loved him for his emotional stability. He's going to be fine.

He coughs,and frowns at the smoky air. He can see it in the distance - the burning wreck of a plane, bright orange against the night sky. A man in front of him grabs a mic and gets on a podium and Jin focuses on him. This is what he came down here for. The man starts announcing a list of names of survivors of the plane crash and Jin waits patiently, almost idly, to hear Namjoon's name. 5 minutes go by, and he still doesn't hear it. Then the man stops reading, gives his condolences to those who have lost their loved ones, and walks away.

Jin is confused. Is he...one of those? People who have lost their loved ones? No. It's not possible. His Namjoon is a survivor. He's strong. He must have spaced out and missed Namjoon's name or something. "Hey!" He runs to the man with the mic and snatches his list away,scanning it intently, looking for the "Kim Namjoon" that he knows is on there. It's not. It's not and his mind is reeling as the list falls from his hand.

His breath starts coming faster as the realization slowly hits him. Namjoon didn't make it out. Namjoon is... dead. Gone. He feels a tickle on his cheek and raises a hand to swipe at it, only to have it come away wet. He's crying, and he didn't