Little: Jisung
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Caregiver: SKZ, mostly Seungmin and Chan
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Requested by: hyunie1_
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(TW: Mentions of violence, gunshots, and descriptions of blood.)
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Seungmin and Jisung were entering the JYP studios building.

"Seungmin can we go home? Please..."

"Jisung, it'll only be a few minutes."

"I can't do this."

"It's okay. I'm right here."

The pair walked down the hallway to the studio formerly shared by 3racha.

Seungmin used his key to unlock the door.

As soon as Jisung stepped up to the doorway his breathing picked up. He looked around the room, feeling his heart rate increase.

Seungmin looked at him.

"Jisung?"

"Seungmin...I..."

His hands began to shake, and the room seemed oddly hot.

Seungmin went to him.

"Han. Han look at me."

He was breathing heavily, his hands were shaking, and tears appeared in his eyes.

He started to feel a bit dizzy, and Seungmin helped him sit down.

"Han. Hey, look at me please."

Jisung was looking around the room, the memories of what happened a week prior coming back to him.
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"What if we perform Waiting for Us?", Chan asked.

"Oooo, I would totally be there for that.", Jisung told him.

"Yo I want to make a sequel to that song. 3racha edition.", Changbin added.

"Oooo, hell yeah.", Jisung said.

"Han, can you get me a snack from the vending machine?", Changbin asked.

"Sure. Want anything Chan hyung?"

"Nah...I'm good."

Jisung got up, leaving the studio.

"Hey Changbin, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get a spare charger from down the hall.", Chan said.

"Alright dude."

Chan left the room, leaving Changbin alone.

Jisung was at the vending machine, using all his brain power to decide what snack Changbin wanted.

A man walked by Jisung, waving at him.

"Hello sir!", Jisung responded.

He selected a bag of chips, collecting them once they dropped.

As he did, a heard loud banging noises, like gunshots from behind him.

He turned around to see the door to their studio wide open, Chan running back down the hall from getting his charger, and the same man from a few seconds ago running past him.

Jisung ran back to the studio, arriving at the same time as Chan.

The two stood in the doorway, staring helplessly at the scene in front of them.

Chan stood there in shock.

Jisung ran inside.

"Hyung! Hyung!", he screamed.

Changbin's hoodie, and now Jisung's hands, were soaked with blood. There were two bullet wounds in his chest area.

"Hyung! Get up please!"

Chan was calling an ambulance.

Jisung was not leaving Changbin's side.

"Hyung...", he cried, "No...no...no!"

Security, who seemed to never be there when they were supposed to, came into the hall.

They saw Jisung, crying his eyes out, aimlessly trying to stop the blood that never seemed to stop flowing coming out of Changbin.

"You're going to be okay...you're not leaving me. You can't. You won't."

"Jisung...", Chan said.

"What?", Jisung replied.

The two made eye contact. Jisung looked back down at his blood-soaked hands, then back at Chan.

"Come on."

"No, hyung. I can save him."

"Han..."

"I can! It's just...a lot of blood."

"Han...look at him."

Jisung looked at Changbin, his eyes going up to his face.

There, he saw a stream of blood coming from his head.

"Come on Jisung. I...dont think you can save him."
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Jisung woke up in his bed.

Seungmin was sleeping next to him, an arm around his waist.

"Appa?", Jisung said.

Seungmin opened his eyes.

"Hi baby. You scared appa."

"What I do?"

"You had a panic attack, and passed out. Luckily Minho was following us and came to help."

Jisung stared at him.

"I'm so sorry baby. I shouldn't have brought you there."

"It okay appa. Did you get the things?"

"I did. Your hyungs are worried about you. Especially Chan."

Jisung sighed.

"I go see hyungies?"

"You can baby."

Jisung sat up carefully, getting out of the bed.

He exited the bedroom, followed by Seungmin.

Going downstairs, they saw Chan sitting at the dining room table, wiping his eyes with paper towels.

"Appa Chan?", Jisung said.

Chan turned to him.

"Jisung! Oh thank goodness you're okay. You had me worried."

Chan ran to him, hugging him tightly.

"I love you appa! I okay."

"Good. Good. I'm glad..."

Jisung wiped Chan's face.

Felix came into the room.

"Hey, the box is ready.", he said.

Felix placed a black box on the table, Korean lettering on the side that said Changbin's name.

"What that appa?", Jisung asked Chan.

"It's for Changbin's parents. Some of the stuff they forgot to get from us. And memories each of us have of him."

Jisung stared at the box.

"Jisung?", Felix said.

"Why people not like us appa?", Jisung asked.

The boys sat down, Jisung sat on Chan's lap.

"Han, people will always have their opinions about us. Sometimes I don't understand them. Just like this. Honestly, he didn't deserve what happened to him."

"But...appa if we not do anything wrong...why people want hurt us?"

"I don't know baby."

"Am I going to die too?"

Chan's heart dropped, and so did the other boys.

"No baby. No. I will protect you with my life.", Chan responded.

"Me too.", Hyunjin said, entering the room.

"Hyunjin, aren't you supposed to be in bed?", Felix asked.

"I heard the baby was home. So I...ow...wanted to talk to him."

Jisung went to Hyunjin.

"You okay appa Hyunnie?"

"I'm okay baby. It's just a back injury."

Hyunjin sat down on the couch.

Jisung sat with him, hugging him.

"It's gonna be okay baby. We will always protect you."

"You promise?"

"I do. We may not have been able to protect Changbin...but that was a mistake we will not make again. I love you. I will never leave you alone, and neither will they."

Jisung looked at all of the members. Even Jeongin, who was standing in the houses entrance, taking off his shoes after a walk, smiled at him.

"And I will never leave you too."