I had pushed too far this time. I shouldn't have, but I was angry. We both went too far. I shouldn't have said anything about Super Junior breaking up. But I had to go there. All because of one fight.

     What a heartless bastard I am.

     And now, as the car is flipping through the air, I can only help but glance back at his face. It looks so serene. Almost like he's sleeping.

     Everything goes in slow motion when it happens to you. I can see the shards of glass fly past my face. Ow. One cut me. I can feel some lodge themselves into my body, their sharp edges run across my skin. But it hurts more knowing I'm the one causing this pain.

     Had we kept quiet like the driver asked, he would've missed the oncoming car.

     We finally land on the ground, and all my pain increases tenfold. God, it hurts like a .

     Well, I guess karma is a .

     I try pulling myself out of the wrecked car. I can hear screams and cars coming to a stop. But my head hurts a lot so I try not to focus on the deafening sounds,

     Some dark spots start to blur my vision, but I manage to pull my torso out of the broken window before my body screams "enough."

     This might be it. For me, at least. Maybe Super Junior will disband. Heh, and all because I was being a . It's funny, really. I never even felt like I was a part of the group, and now it'll disband because of me.

     I let my eyes close slightly before they end up shutting by themselves. I feel as though I'm drifting, but I soon find a pair of hands grab my arms and pull me out all the way.

     God maybe?

     I open my eyes.

     Nope. Not God. Just a monkey.

     And he looks like . 

     Eyes red, face scratched. 

     I wonder where Teukie is. Maybe he's okay. I hope so. If he lives, so does Super Junior.

     My wandering eyes land back on Hyukjae and find him crying from...pain?

     No, his expressions isn't pained. It's....

     Worried?

     His eyes close and I look down to his lips and see him saying something.

     I let my ears try to pick up those few words.

     Pot bin?

     We've been in a massive accident and he's thinking about gardening?

     I listen some more. 

     Oh. Not 'pot bin.' 'Not him.'

     Not who? Teukie?

     Slowly Eunhyuk's clasped hands reach his forehead and he begins rocking back and forth on his knees frantically. 

     What is he doing? 

     Is he....

     Praying?

     I wince as I feel a sharp pain shoot across my body and it dawns on me.

     I'm dying. 

     And Hyukjae is praying.

     For me. 

     And what he's saying is for.....

     Me.

     "Not him. Anyone but him. Take me. Anything but him, please, God. Not him. He can't die. Please, God. Not him. He can't die. Please, please, please, God. Not him. He's too precious."

     Precious? Is he actually praying for me? After everything I've done to him?

     He's actually praying for me?

     I'm not sure if I feel touched or angry. I've always been mean to him, yet he still continues to pray for me, though his wounds obviously need tending. 

     His next words are harsh and I can hardly believe he says them.

     "Someone call a goddamn ambulance!" 

     He turns back to me and I cough, tasting blood in my mouth.

     "Hyukjae-ah," I try to get out.

     His eyes open in shock and he grabs my hand. "Kyu, everthing's okay. You're okay. It's all right, you're fine. Just a flesh wound-"

     He contiinues to stutter the useless, yet relaxing, words.

     "Hyukjae-"

     "Shh."

     "Wha-" cough cough "-why are you praying for me?"

     He stops and looks straight at me, our eyes making contact. 

     "Because you're family."

     I don't think I heard him correctly. It's the sounds of the whining sirens that make it impossible to hear. Or maybe the fact that I'm drifting.

     Either way, I smile. And so does he. One good thing before I black out.