forty-eight

A month had passed since Jisung had last seen or heard of Minho. Even until now, the pain in his heart wasn't eased. It still hurt.

He wandered through the city, trying to distract himself from the emptiness which overwhelmed him. Mochi kept him company, and they walked along the place aimlessly, the cold wind blowing against them.

He knew that it wasn't safe for him to be wandering off the place at night, but he didn't care anymore about what would happen to him.

"Come here, Mochi," he said, beckoning the cat to jump into his arms.

A few people walked past him and stared at him with raised brows, wondering who the hell he was talking to, but he couldn't give a shit about them.

He carried Mochi around his arms as they walked along the sidewalk. The flickering of the streetlamps were unsettling him, but Mochi didn't react so he figured that maybe the lights were just broken.

But as they walked along further, the flickering of the street lamps followed them as well. Why the fuck was the light reacting this way when he was near it?

This wasn't normal. He clenched his jaw, drawing his eyes away from the strange sight and concentrating to walk on the dimly lit street.

Suddenly, he was blinded by an insanely bright light that forced him to close his eyes. A powerful sensation he had never felt before took over him, causing his body to shudder.

He inhaled and exhaled, but the feeling never went away and got stronger instead. Pain washed over him, stinging and aching pooling in his stomach. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the light originated from his own hands.

Unable to understand how this was possible, he panicked and dropped Mochi to the ground. His pulse accelerated, and the strange light reacted to the change within him, spreading until not only his hands were glowing, but his entire body.

He couldn't believe it. "How? How am I able to do this?" He whispered. His body kept glowing brightly, drawing a lot of people's attention to him - it must have looked extremely weird and frightening in their eyes.

He tried to make the light disappear, but he was unable to control it. His panic worsened, eyes blurring with tears when he felt something else.

The longer this state held on, the weaker he got. His energy was drained, taken away by a force he could not stop.

He leaned against the streetlamp beside him, closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing, but it didn't do any good.

His body was beginning to burn from the strain, the light getting hotter the longer it covered him.

"Damn, if this goes on for much longer, I'm done for," he cursed, hand reaching for his phone. He stared at it for a moment, hesitating. Sighing, he dialed the only person who was left in his contacts; Felix.

He was glad that they got to exchange numbers the last time they've met in his house, because he really needed him in a situation like this. The phone rang for a long time, and he wasn't surprised that Felix wasn't picking up.

He was probably busy with a lot of stuff, considering how he had suddenly vanished like a bubble and stopped showing up for the past few months. When Felix took the call, he was surprised.

"What do you need?" A familiar voice spoke from the other line. Jisung was hesitant, but it's not like he had another choice though. "I have a problem," he began.

"What did you do? Break a leg, fall down a stair, accidentally shaved your head, get mugged..." He ranted, but Jisung cut him off.

"I'm glowing," he said, staring down at his body fearfully. Felix went silent for a few seconds, processing what Jisung had just told him.

"What the fuck mate?"

To be continued...

I know that some of y'all are gonna question this chapter but trust me, this will play a big part in something.

And to answer some of your questions on why I suddenly decided to shove angst in the story, here is a simple picture that will explain everything.