C/W: brief discussion of abortion.
Jisung's POV
My hyung. My best friend…the love of my life is crying helplessly in front of me and there is nothing I can do about it but cry.
I hate being seventeen and younger, I hate not being able to pick up a gun and shoot all of them down, I hate being the way I am right now.
Little Jisung with the glasses and the weak arms.
"Hyung…" I whisper and he drops his head on my shoulder, his scent is faint but deeply bitter, I haven't even presented yet and I can smell him like this…how bad will it be for others?
"Hyung we'll figure it out" I say and he shakes his head on my shoulder.
"There's nothing to figure out, Jisung" he sobs against my shoulder, he sounds exhausted and drained, like there's nothing else in him.
I have never seen him like this.
Yeon hyung has always been a loud man, cocky, playful and he knows how to joke about everything…I will hurt everyone that hurt him.
