I have the story finished already; since I prewritten the last chapters but I'll post the next two

jisung's hands started to shake by the notifications, body sweating nonstop. he wanted to rip out his hair. everything was going too wrong too sudden.

the one thing that was left in jisung's mind was, this is all your fault.

"this is all my fault." he whispered to himself,
"t—this is all my fault." saying it more, as if it was some cult chant.

his head became light now. standing up didn't even seem physically possible for jisung. but he had received a phone call, jeongin's name and heart icon popping up on his screen. answering it, he put it on speaker.

"this is all your fault! he would've been alive if it wasn't for you! you ruined everything, why did you have to be in love with me! he loved you so much jisung to where he'd kill himself if you didn't love him back. and guess what, that's happened jisung. his love for you killed him, I hope you realize that."

and the call ended, jisung dropping to his knees. he bursting out into tears, woojin's caller ID then came after. answering it, he let out a small, 'h—hello..y—you're here to blame me..aren't you..'

he could hear a little 'shh' from the older, "I bet jeongin just called you. don't listen to him, please don't do anything stupid. I'm begging you, I don't want to loose another-"

"but I'm the reason he's gone! I'm the reason to why he's dead!" jisung yelled, "h—he's gone! this week I've been feeling nothing but guilt and knowing I—I can't bring him back for you guys...l—literally is eating me alive!"

"jisung..minho wouldn't want you to feel this way."

"yes he would..I'm so worthless..I should have never came back into his life.."

"shut up! minho might have been crazy about you, but don't go crazy and hurt yourself because of him. you broke his heart, he couldn't handle it. I knew he wouldn't be able to. I tried to seek help but he just pushed me away. don't let this drag you down. he's..happy."

"a—are you sure he's h—happy? I—I would want myself..d—dead.."

"get yourself home. now. I mean it."

"o—okay.."

jisung then ending the call and picked himself up. his body felt weak and his head ached. looking through the tweets, he felt each one pierce through his heart.

chen.le |
#ripleeminho you will be missed

jungkookie |
I can't believe this honestly.. #ripleeminho I'll miss you, I saw you as my little brother

jypacademy |
last night we lost an incredible dancer. a boy born with pure talent. but he has left us today, I hope he will smile from above and wave down on us. to you, lee minho. #ripleeminho

a mile or less, jisung had stood in front of his doorstep. a box had been left for him. directly to him. it was from minho, which confused him deeply since the boy never knew where he lived.

there beside it, placed a squirrel plushie. which seemed quite random. rushing his way inside, his mother greeted him and he replied with a little 'hey'. going upstairs to lock himself in his room.

he opened the box, seeing multiple letters with neat penmanship laid inside. each one had different days.

day one to day seven.

cleaning opening the letters, he teared up by the first words.

dear jisung,

to be continued.

the next chapter will
be dark & there will
be a new side of minho