The way which the wind blows

Sehun’s POV
I-I can’t believe Chanyeol is gone. I just can’t. Why did this have to happen to him? And Jongin. I-I hope Jongin is going to be OK. I unlock the front door to my house. I’ve just accompanied (Y/N) back to her house. Despite her being sad about what had happened, she tried her best to comfort me. “If you need anything just tell me OK?” she would say. “I’m here for you.” Those words truly touched my heart, but scars won’t heal with simple touches. I slowly walk up the stairs to my bedroom. I can’t be bothered with anything anymore. I sit on the edge of my bed and cup my head in my hands. Chanyeol, Jongin. Why them? Why not a stranger? Someone more deserving of death and despair. I clench my fists, but relax them with realization. What am I thinking? I can’t wish for someone else’s demise. That’d make me a horrible person. What would (Y/N) think? I scoff. Is this the time to be thinking about her? I fall back on my bed and let the wind from the impact blow my hair out of my face. Chanyeol, Jongin, I’m sorry. Maybe things would have been different if I was there…

Your POV
The next day at school, everyone was gloomy. I would’ve tried to cheer everybody up, but I would’ve probably made things worse. Joonmyun announced that Chanyeol’s funeral is in a week’s time. His eyes watered as he spoke. Now, I am with Sehun, grasping tightly onto his hand, we are making our way to the hospital to visit Jongin. Even though Jongin is in a comatose state, Sehun insisted that we visit him. When we arrive, Tao, Wu Fan, Jongdae and Minseok are already there. I greet them and they greet me back. We walk together to Jongin’s hospital room, where his mum is sitting in the chair next to the bed. “Hello. Thank you for visiting.” She says while wiping her eyes. “I’m sorry about Chanyeol.” She gulps. “You don’t need to be sorry. We appreciate you’re acknowledgement.” Reassures Minseok. We stand beside the bed and stare at Jongin. Multiple monitors are wired onto his body and they all beep and flash lights slowly. It makes me feel uneasy. The doctor walks in. “Hello.” He says to us. “We’ve conducted further tests and…” he pauses to flip though the sheets on his clipboard. “The swelling is reducing quickly so his injury is not severe. And the damaged tissue will repair itself in a matter of time. This means he will most likely wake up in about four weeks.” I feel so relieved. Jongin will be OK. I squeeze Sehun’s hand and he squeezes back in response. The doctor then talks about some changes Jongin might have when he wakes up, but we don’t care. We’re just happy to know that he’ll wake up.

Sehun’s POV
“Some of the other boys will visit Jongin later in the day. It’s OK if you’re not here though.” Says Minseok to Jongin’s mum. She nods and smiles at us. “Thank you for coming today. I’m really thankful, Jongin has such caring friends.” She sniffs. “Mrs Kim! I’m insulted that we are just merely friends.” Jokes Minseok as he puts his hand to his chest as a gesture of shock. We chuckle freely. It feels nice to joke around. “You’re right Minseok.” She says. “You boys are like brothers to Jongin.”

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