In the end, Jisung knew life wasn't finished with him, he felt it deep in his soul.
After all, Jisung didn't like sad ending.
A cliché-cheesy-angsty story, made by a struck romantic girl.
/!\ Mentions of drugs, addiction, alcohol, unintentional self...
StrayKids stayed up with Jisung until the doctors came to the room. They all looked up when a knock was heard, and the door opened up.
"Hey kids. Before you began whining, we are just here to talk to you. " Yuna laughed saying the sudden sadness on their faces. "Talking about what?" Jeongin asked, tilting his head to the side.
Yuna stood up at the end of the bed, while Dr.Kim went to check on Jisung. "About what happened to Jisung."
Chan sighed, and everyone turned their heads to Jisung, sighing too. Chan talked with a tired voice. "What do you want to know? " Yuna smiled a bit and Dr.Kim took out a pen. "We want to know what happened the day, he was found. Your version not the cop's one." Dr.Kim kindly asked, putting back his glasses.
StrayKids looked at each other, before looking at Minho who nodded before turning to the two doctors. "I was with him most of the day, since it was his birthday.... "
