Golden Boys Must Burn || 8TURN

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Prepare yourself folks, this one's 4500 words...

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Y/N's POV:

It turned out that Myungho had sneaked in after hours to visit me, which was why none of the others, my family included, were there. Maybe that was why I had that freaky dream about Changhoon.

But speaking of him, it had been four weeks since I'd been discharged and Search and Rescue units had yet to find his body. The tide had been pretty rough that afternoon, most likely dragging him out to sea. That was the general consensus.

Changhoon had been a horrible person, but it still made me queasy and sad thinking that the last I had seen of him was his body sinking into the depths.

"...Helios Kwon, leader of the infamous White Dragons, was taken into custody in the early hours of this morning....being apprehended during a shootout...information provided yesterday afternoon was instrumental..."

Jaeyun changed the channel whilst Myungho groaned and buried his face in the crook of my shoulder. We'd been hanging out at my house for most of the day, making the most of our last couple of days of Summer Break before school by doing nothing.

Myungho's dad was returning from his business trip today, which already had Myungho more stressed, even if he tried to hide it. During this leeching session, I was not allowed to move from the lounge, though I wasn't really bothered by the hot leech that was my boyfriend, so I didn't mind too much.

"Any news about Yoonsung?" I asked Gyeo-wool, who was returning from the kitchen.

Yeonseok was doing really well and had been discharged, and starting next week, was even rejoining active baseball training. I couldn't tell if Ahyeon or Myungho had been more relieved.

"Not awake yet," she said, coming to sit on the opposite lounge with Minho. "But doctors are hoping there will be a change any day now."

That wasn't the best news I could've heard, but doctors really did seem positive about Yoonsung's recovery, so that's the mindset I was going to stick with, too.

The doorbell rang, and seeing as Mum was buried in work upstairs, I went to answer it, but challenges were presented when my leech wouldn't detach himself.

"Someone else can get it, stay here," came Myungho's muffled voice. It tickled the base of my neck.

I looked around. A perfectly confused Minho sat between a debating Heiko, Bo-Bae and Gyeo-Wool, Kyungmin had just seen this from the kitchen and had backed away before getting sucked in, and Yungyu was currently glued to the T.V., immersed in attempting to run someone over in GTA. Jaeyun had followed Seungheon to the bathroom, where I could hear the faint verbal beatdown Seungheon was receiving from his big brother.

Yeah no, I didn't think someone else was getting the door. So with a, "I'll be right back" I slid myself out from Myungho's suction like a dignified snake and went to the door.

"Haemin," I said, surprised. I'd called him since the hospital, but Yeona's funeral had been the other week and I think he'd been deliberately secluding himself, so, after checking in with his mum every day, I'd given him space.

"Hey," he greeted, looking burnt out. "Is it okay that I came here? I-I guess I should've called first, it was sort of impulsive but I didn't realise you had people over I'm sorry—"