Jisung and Minho lied beside each other, the younger wrapped comfortably in Minho's arms. Jisung traced random patterns on Minho's bare chest, the younger seeming distant even though he was so close.

"What's on your mind 'Sungie?" Minho asked softly.

"Us, what's going to happen to us" Jisung sighed.

Minho knew Jisung was going to say more, so he waited patiently for Jisung to continue speaking.

"I've been seeing Bang Chan hanging around, not that I'd talk to that fucker. You know, I was convinced that it was Chan that killed Hyunjin" Jisung scoffed, "but now I know it wasn't..."

Minho frowned, sighing heavily.

"What happened that night was a mistake and completely my fault. I acted out of anger, out of jealousy, out of spite and I was being influenced by the wrong person" Minho huffed his head to the side to hide his cascading tears.

"At least you admit to your wrongdoings" Jisung smiled.

"I know Chan. We were once friends. I killed Hyunjin because I felt like he was taking Chan, Felix and Changbin away from me. At that point, they were my only true friends, and I felt like they just ditched me. Chan...he saw me kill Hyunjin, but at the same time, he made me realize my mistake and it's haunted me ever since" Minho explained, his voice cracking.

"Chan is a threat to both of us, and it doesn't help that he's basically unknown as far as the police are concerned. By their standards he's done nothing wrong" Jisung spat, "I uh, I did a bit of uhm, digging into his profile ehe" Jisung spoke sheepishly.

Minho turned his head to face Jisung, smirking.

"Looks like my little squirrel is also a hacker huh?" Minho chuckled.

Jisung slapped his chest playfully, pouting.

"Shuddup" Jisung whined.

There was a comfortable silence after that, but only for a few moments before the atmosphere in the room became serious.

"Minho...I think Chan might try to kill you because of this, maybe not himself, but he'll make up a story, or he'd get Felix to. So...I think we should make a pact" Jisung sat up, turning around and straddling Minho's hips.

"What kind of pact?" Minho sat up, confused as he rested his hands on Jisung's hips.

"A suicide pact"