Braving the Cold

Heyyyy~ So recently I got really, really, really hooked on this new boyband, MYNAME. BECAUSE ASDFJKL;ASDFJKL; THEY ARE JUST THE CUTEST THINGS EVER!!! AIGOOO~ *cough* Anyways, the maknae has this totally y face, AND HE'S THE MAKNAE! I mean, how can maknaes be y?! *tears* They're supposed to be wibbly and cute like Taeminnie--

Okayy. But he is a hot maknae! And I just happened to stalk them a bit, and they did  fanservice at this fanmeeting thingie. *///////*

SO THE SEJIN (SEYONG x CHAEJIN) COUPLE WAS BORN! *insert giddy giggle*

OKOK, I'LL STOP RAMBLING NAO. ;DD

Author’s Note: No, this is not a death!fic. Those get me really depressed. ;___;

This is rated PG-13.

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Hyung, I’m scared.

Chaejin hugs his snow pant-clad knees closer to his chest, curling up into a fetal position. The warm inner fabric lining of his snow-gear felt as thin as a pair of cotton sweats at the moment, with the turbulent wind chilling him to the bone. It didn’t help either that snow had gotten into his ski boots, seeping into his socks and bruising his feet.

He had lost one of his gloves while making his way to the area under the steep slope.

A slight grimace of a smile spreads on his lips as he remembers how he had trudged and stumbled down the slope with a single pole in his hand. Chaejin spots that same broken ski-pole from the corner of his eye, and he wonders if he’s going to have to pay for the snapped stick. Of course, he had abandoned the skis and the other pole above the hill.   

Oh hell, manager-sshi’s gonna talk my ear off after this.

Another voice escapes from the deepest insecurities in his heart.

‘After this?’ There’s not going to be an after.

You’re going to die.

Chaejin’s teeth chatter as he shoves his ungloved hand into the sleeve of his jacket. The sudden coldness freezes the still-warm skin underneath his jacket and he immediately withdraws the hand. The boy blinks back the tears in his eyes and swallows.

No, I’m going to live. I’m going to−

A sudden gust of wind breaks a branch and the splintered wood drags itself across Chaejin’s cheek. It had cut into his skin, creating a long gash on his bruised cheek. He hadn’t noticed it at first, probably because at that point, he was so cold that he couldn’t feel anything.

Chaejin only realizes the blood seeping from the gaping wound when he happens to graze his cheek with his glove. He sees the blur of something dark on the glove, and when his vision finally focuses, his eyes widen.

Blood. I’m bleeding.

He brings the gloved hand to his face, rubs once and examines the glove. There was no doubt, he was definitely bleeding. Something between a choke and a sob escapes his throat and he claws at the wound, thinking about the probable mess on his cheek at that moment.

It doesn’t matter. I-I’m going to die anyways.

Darkness begins to fall over the hills and slopes as Chaejin watches the sun set from the corner of his eye. Soon, there would be no light.

He thinks about everything that had happened so far, he thinks about everything he’s accomplished in his life, and he thinks about everything he had wished to accomplish.

He thinks about everything he had wanted to do once before he died.

Hyung, I never told you that…

I never told you…

I nev…

Chaejin blinks and a tear freezes on the corner of his eye. He feels drowsy, as if falling into an eternal sleep. However, the boy struggles to open his eyelids. He wouldn’t fall into this sleep of death, not now, he wasn’t ready…

P-please, God, please give me one more chance.

As if God had heard him from heaven, Chaejin suddenly hears the muffled shout of someone who seemed so near, yet distant.

Chaejin-ah!

His ears immediately perk up, his mouth opening to speak, but only a strangled croak escapes his throat. Panic rises in Chaejin’s eyes as he attempts to pick himself up from the ground, but his legs seem to be as immobile as the rest of his body.

Chae Jinseok!

Chaejin pushes himself up from the snow, only to fall uselessly onto the ground once more. He could make out the dark blotches of red imperfections on the white blanket. The boy sinks his red-bruised hands inside the deep snow, attempting to claw his way out into the open.

Hyung, hyung, don’t leave me.

“Chaejin-ah, it’s Seyong! Where are you?!”

Hyung!

“H-hy-hyu−” he gasps, fingers splayed out, as if reaching for something.

Suddenly, Chaejin hears the faraway shout of someone, before his vision blurs. A slight grimace of a smile flashes across his lips, and his body chooses that moment to finally give out. The raven-haired boy falls back into the snow, his cheek pressed against the harsh, white ground.

Amidst the whirling storm, Seyong manages to hear the sudden thump of something, no, someone. His eyes flash around quickly, and he recognizes a dark lump near the beginning of the forest that was almost camouflaged by the rising darkness. With a hopeful heart, he races frantically towards the dark object, realizing that it was indeed, a person.

Seyong pulls the boy up from the ground and brushes away his long bangs to recognize the face. His pounding heart nearly misses a beat when he comes face-to-face with the pale visage.

Chaejin.

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