Jinki took a deep breath, slowly turning the door knob, unsure if he wanted to even go in. His eyes were glued to the floor, trying to get the courage to look at Minho. He heard a soft sniffle come from Kibum, and he wondered for a second if he had cried.

“Are you okay?” A phrase Jinki never thought he’d hear from Kibum.

He looked at Kibum, his face red and puffy.

“I’m not really sure” Jinki answered softly, looking from Kibum to the wall behind him.

“It’s even hard for me to look at him” Kibum looked spaced out for a second.

“Do you think he’ll..?” Jinki couldn’t finish and Kibum met his eyes.

There was this look of desperation in his eyes, and Jinki wondered if he had the same look.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t” Kibum was truthful, Jinki could feel it.

And Jinki realized this was the first time he had really talked to Kibum, no games, no secrets. But Jinki turned away, eyes closed, preparing himself to see what he was dreading. He counted down for himself, taking in a breath and letting it out as he opened his eyes.

Even if he knew Minho was alive, the motionlessness of the man hurt in ways he didn’t imagine. Jinki reminded himself that Minho was just sleeping, he’d wake up and he could hear his voice again. That didn’t stop his tears as he approached Minho, wanting to touch him but scared he’d shatter.

“Minho..” He wanted to say more but the words wouldn’t come out.

There was a pai