Wooyoung followed San closely, his eyes focused on the blood staining his shoulder.

He knew it wasn't a serious location. But it seemed like too much blood.

It couldn't be good.

They reached the top, pausing to make sure no one was infected. After they were certain, they opened the door to the roof, and stepped outside.

Everyone rushed out, eager to feel the outside air on their faces.

Wooyoung watched as San paused, letting his eyes shut as the wind blew his hair back. The soft light of the moon on his arched cheekbones made his skin shimmer.

Wooyoung smiled.

Maybe they were really going to be okay.

"Wooyoung! San! Yeosang! You're alive!"

The three turned in surprise as a figure raced towards them, eyes brimming with tears.

As he came in for a hug, Wooyoung stopped him, holding him at arm's length.

"J-Jisung!?" he asked, his eyes wide.

The other two stared in astonishment, unable to process the sight before their eyes.

"You're alive??" San followed.

Jisung smiled, his eyes watering.

"By the skin on my fucking back, but yeah. I'm alive," he laughed and he pulled them all into a hug.

San flinched, remembering his injury and Jisung quickly pulled away, apologizing.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't realize—ooh, shit, that looks like it hurts," Jisung said, gasping at the blood on his shirt.

"It's nothing, really. Just got caught in the crossfire," San said with a small smile.

"You guys made it to the control room?? Thank god! No wonder you brought all of these people here!" Han smiled.

But as he looked around, his smile faltered.

"Where's everyone else?" he asked cautiously.

San and Wooyoung looked at each other.

"Yunho and Mingi didn't make it. Neither did Felix," Wooyoung said quietly.

Han's expression fell.

"Changbin and Jongho went back to check again for survivors," San added, trying to give him just a little bit of hope.

Han nodded, his expression unreadable. He was processing a lot.

"Did...did you hear about anyone else?" he asked.

Wooyoung made an attempt to speak but they all paused as Yeosang stepped back, turning away.

"I'm sorry...I just...I can't leave Jongho out there. Something seemed off."

Wooyoung held his wrist.

"Hey, it's okay. He's going to be fine. Remember when Jongho literally ran through the zombie infested hallway by himself and didn't die?"

Yeosang looked down at him with a small smile.

"Yeah. But...I don't know. I just wish he would've come back with us."

"He'll be fine. There were practically no zombies out there."

Yeosang moved to sit just as a loud bang caused him to jump. Wooyoung and San launched forward, blocking the other survivors.

"It came from the other stairwell," San said, his eyes alert.

"That's where the others were supposed to be!" Wooyoung cried.

Han looked at them, his eyes wide.

"Was—was Minho with them?"

They looked at him, startled by the intensity of his expression. They nodded.

Jisung turned, racing towards the door.

"SEUNGMIN!"

Jisung stopped short, hearing Jeongin's scream.

"I've got him! I've got him!"

Jisung heard relief on the other end, as people cheered.

"Thank fuck."

Jisung's hand froze against the door.

He knew that voice.

It was his voice.

It was Minho.

He was there.

He was okay.

He was alive.

Jisung saw the lock was clicked and slid it to the side, swinging open the doors.

Standing right before him.

There he was.

Minho.

He was okay.

"JISUNG!"

Minho fell to the ground, eyes brimming with tears. Jisung raced forward, throwing himself into Minho's arms. He clung to him, holding him as tightly as he possibly could.

"You're here. You're real. You're okay," Jisung stammered, his hands feeling around Minho's back.

"I'm here," Minho laughed, pulling back just a bit to see Han's face.

His thumbs traced his jaw, his eyes searching for any sign of injury.

But Han adjust himself to sit on Minho's leg, kneeling right on the bullet wound.

Minho fell backwards, slamming against the railing as he tried to catch Jisung. But Jisung caught himself, jumping off of Minho.

"I'm sorry—what did I—oh my—"

Jisung looked down at Minho's thigh, his eyes widening.

"Oh my—Minho!! What—how—you need to get to a doctor!" he stammered, staring at the blood coating his leg.

"I'm aware, Han. They've just been hard to come by," Minho joked, trying to cover the wound with his hand so it looked less severe.

"How long have you been walking on that!? What if you get an infection??"

"Jisung."

Han looked up as Seungmin reached the top stair, leaning on Seonghwa. Jeongin quickly ran to his side, giving him a hand. Jisung noticed the wound on his calf.

"Jesus!! How many of you have fucking gunshot wounds!?" he cried, looking at the pool of blood on his pant leg.

Seungmin smiled, tears flooding his eyes.

"You're okay," he smiled.

Han smiled, his eyes watering. He reached up, grabbing Seungmin's hand, squeezing it tightly.

"We'll give you two space," he whispered, motioning for the others to follow.

They all exited the stairwell, gathering on the roof.

Jisung helped Minho to a seated position, sitting next to him quietly.

"So...Chan and Hyunjin..."

Minho looked at his hands, shaking his head.

Jisung nodded, feeling tears spring to his eyes but he wiped them away.

"Everyone else was dying out there. While I was hiding like a coward," he whispered.

Minho turned, glancing at him.

"Han, you're not a coward."

"You were all risking your lives to get all of us out of here while I hid in the security hold. I wouldn't have even dared to leave if I hadn't heard you guys over the loudspeaker."

Minho kept his gaze locked on him.

"You were in the security hold?? No wonder we couldn't find you on the cameras! Shit, I got so worried when you left the dressing room."

"Oh...I'm sorry. I just...I figured since our phones were locked in there it would be—"

Minho jumped up, turning his body towards Jisung.

"It was you! You called BamBam!"

Jisung stared at him.

"Yeah. Didn't they tell you?? He asked for my name! I thought you knew!"

Minho sighed, leaning against the railing.

"We were so confused! We thought Chan gave him a last minute call before running to safety! Wait—why did you call BamBam??"

"Our phones were locked in there for almost two days before I got to them so they were all dead. Except Chan's since he's got that case that charges your phone you know—so I just used the last 8% to dial the most recent caller. I didn't have time to think—I just clicked whoever popped up."

Minho nodded in understanding.

"Where did you get the keys to the security hold?"

Jisung looked at his hands.

"I ran into our manager. He was taking cover in the dressing room when I got there. But he'd been bitten...he gave me the keys and told me to run. Just watching him turn...I couldn't bring myself to risk it in the hallway after that. Not until I knew there was hope."

Minho's eyebrows drew together, his eyes softening.

"I'm sorry, Jisung. I...I know what you mean."

Jisung turned, looking up at him.

"It was pretty fast because he was bitten on the neck but...I had to watch Chan turn. I had to...I had to let him leave into the hallway. And...I saw Jinnie laying on the ground...it was so fucking scary, Han," Minho said quietly, his lip quivering as he took a shaky breath.

Jisung looked at him softly, wanting to hold onto his arm. To comfort him, to hold him.

But he didn't know where they stood.

They hadn't seen each other since...

"Minho...I'm so sorry. I never told you...there was a reason I was so worried about Felix."

Minho looked up, shaking his head.

"Han...I don't care about that. I was so shitty to you. You don't need to explain yourself, you were just being a good friend."

"No, it's more than that. It was my fault that Felix got injured."

Minho turned his head.

"What? How was it your fault?"

"I asked him to play a game with me and he said no. But I kept pestering him until he agreed. But he tripped and twisted his ankle. And now...it's my fault that...he..."

Jisung's eyes filled with tears as he started to sob.

Minho's eyes filled with tears. This whole time. That's what he was hiding? That's what he didn't want to tell him?

"Han...how the hell is that your fault?"

Jisung looked up at him, biting back tears.

"If I hadn't...he wouldn't have..."

"God you're as bad as Chan. You can't blame yourself for everything. Felix made his own choices. I'm sure Felix doesn't blame you so there's no reason you should blame yourself."

Jisung shook his head.

"But Changbin will."

Minho felt his chest tighten.

He might be right.

"Han, if Changbin gives you a hard time I'll come after him. It's not your fault, okay? Don't forget that."

Han nodded, closing his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Minho. I should've just gone to the right side like I was supposed to. I was so worried about you. I shouldn't have left you alone that night. I shouldn't have avoided you all day. I shouldn't have done any of it."

Minho reached up to Jisung's face, wiping his tears with his thumbs.

"Are you done?"

Han stared at him.

"Han, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the ass who couldn't see that you were hurting. I accused you of something I knew you never did, pushed you away, and avoided you just as much as you avoided me. I started it. You did nothing wrong."

Jisung reached up, pulling Minho's hands from his face and placing them in his lap.

"Let's never ever let something that petty tear us apart like that again."

Minho smiled.

"Never," he whispered, staring into Jisung's round, almond eyes.

Jisung stood, offering Minho a hand. Minho waved him away, grabbing the railing and hoisting himself up. But Jisung quickly slid under his arm, supporting him as they walked towards the door to the roof.

Just before they exited, Minho stopped, turning to look at Han.

"I'm so grateful you made it out okay," he whispered. "I really mean it. With everything that's happened, I was so scared I'd never get a chance to apologize."

Jisung smiled shyly, reaching up to adjust Minho's messy hair.

"Me, too."

Minho leaned forward, placing a kiss on Jisung's lips, his hand settling just behind his neck. His fingers played with the soft underside of his hair, his lips entranced in the others. Jisung let his hand fall to Minho's jaw, gently supporting his head as they stepped closer together.

Slowly, he pulled away, smiling up at Minho.

"I love you."

"I love you t—"

Suddenly they heard a commotion start up outside. They turned towards the door, pushing it open and stepping out to see what was happening.

And there it was. Still a few miles away.

But it was coming.

The plane.

They were getting out of here.