AN: The Adventure Zone has some amazing music 👌👌 I listened to story and song while writing this chapter.. Also I drew some fan art for Obsessions.. That's what the picture is.

Jeno looked at Renjun as the boy's eyes widened. He had never seen Renjun look the way he did. He looked terrified.

Then Jeno felt dread rush over himself.

He was wrong. He had seen Renjun like this.

His father...

Jeno shook his head. He had thought he was over that. Thought he was over the horrible mistake he had made... But he could still feel the blood on his hands as he shakily looked down at himself.

Why? Why had Taeyong made a murderer like himself leader?
He held his head and took another breath.

"Are you alright?" Jeno almost jumped at the sound of Taeyong's voice. He looked up and reassuringly nodded. Taeyong sighed.

"We should all get some rest... I dont think anyone has had a good sleep in days.." He looked around at what used to be his men and sighed.

"Everyone to bed. We can discuss all of thus tommorow.." He ordered no one seemed to notice really, that Taeyong had given the order and he wasnt the leader.

He would always be their leader.
And they would always be his men. By his side until the end.

Jeno walked slowly over to where him and Renjun had tried to sleep a couple nights ago. He sat down and closed his eyes, laying down on the floor and allowing sleep to take over him

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Renjun looked at Jeno, peacefully asleep on the ground. He knew he should wake Jeno up and tell him.
Tell him Jaemin was alive.

He smiled hopefully at the thought, but his smile quickly faded.

Even if Jaemin was alive, he was now apart of EXO. It was too late for the boy.

He sighed again and say down beside Jeno, making himself comfortable as he snuggled into the youngers side.

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Haechan walked unknowingly down the street. He felt empty again. Alone. Cold. Scared.

Why did Mark leave him so easily?

And why did it always hurt to see the older happily talking with others? He never thought he would be the possessive type when it came to anything.

But with Mark...

The older made him feel something he had never felt before.

The older made him feel something he craved.

He needed Mark.

He needed empathy.

He couldn't live two seconds without it.

He continued to kick the small stone on the ground as he walked down the street.

He stopped suddenly when he heard a voice from down an alley.

A scarily familiar one too.

"Which side would you choose?" He then heard footsteps go further away before hearing another voice muttering something.

"Fine then Jaemin.. Ill fight for this ban of empathy.." Haechan's eyes widened.
Jaemin?!?

"We'll see where it gets us."

Haechan took a step back.

He had to tell Mark.

He took another step back and flinched when a dry, dead leaf crackled under his foot.

"Kai this better not be another one of your stupid tricks!" Haechan froze in horror as a man with familiar pink hair walked out from the alley.

"B-Baekhyun!! Hehe what a pl-pleasant s-surprise!!" Haechan said with a short nervous laugh. Baekhyun smiled a bit. It was a chaotic smile for sure. One that gives so many different vibes that you cant tell if they're happy or just bat shit crazy.

"Haechan! Long time no see... What are you doing here? You werent spying were you?" Haechan hadn't even noticed himself slowly taking steps back until he felt his back against a wall. Baekhyun was only inches from his face and his voice went an octive lower when he spoke again.

"Haechan, only bad boys spy... And do you remember what we do to bad boys?" Haechan felt his body shaking uncontrolably. He wanted to puke, the trauma coming back to him in waves of nausea. He was light headed and the floor was spinning beneath him, his breathing becoming quicker. Baekhyun frowned when Haechan slide down, sitting down and hugging his knees. The small boy hid his face and continues to tremble.

"Hey.. Bud...." Baekhyun said, nudging Haechan a little with his foot. "H-... Haechan? You alright..? Kid?" Baekhyun squat down to Haechan's level and rested a hand gently on the youngers shoulder. "Kid.. Are you alright?" Haechan flinched when Baekhyun tried to gently pet his hair. The older didn't know what to do. He had never dealt with this kind of thing before but for some reason he felt this strong desire to help.

And so, he did the only thing he could think of.

He reached out, and delicately pulled Haechan into his lap, hugging the small trembling boy.

"D-dad I d-did everyth-thing you t-told m-me you said I-I would get b-better after I did it D-dad...." Haechan mumbled. Baekhyun looked down at Haechan with confusion.

"What?"

"You promised... That I would feel something....

Dad, why am I empty?"

Baekhyun stopped and was still.

The boys words ringing in his head.

Bringing him back to a long time ago

A small, 17 year old Chanyeol looked at Baekhyun, eyes glossy with tears reflecting the city lights around them like fire.

Those dark eyes filled with so much fear, and pain. A broken boy who's innocence had died with his mother.

"Baekhyun, why am I empty?"

For a moment, time seemed to stop.
Baekhyun felt sorrow deep in his heart at what his best friend had just said.

No.

Not his best friend.

Chanyeol was more then that.

Baekhyun took one of Chanyeol's hands and begrudgingly met the boys saddened gaze.

Baekhyun's eyes began to water as he saw the same brokenness reflecting in Haechan's eyes.

Was he destined to the same fate as Chanyeol?

Destined to live a life of hate and pain?

Baekhyun sniffed a bit.

"I... I don't know....."

"Baekhyun?"

Baekhyun looked up to see Chanyeol towering over him, looking confused.

"Is that Haechan?" Baekhyun nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes. He was just about to get Haechan off his lap when the small boy got up himself. He stood bravely before Chanyeol, sorrow still evident in his expression.

"Chanyeol, let me join EXO."

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Mark looked worriedly down to the main area of the church, searching for one face in particular...

"Haechan?" He called softly, knowing that most of the members were asleep.

"You should find him Mark." The said boy jumped a little at Jungwoo's voice since he hadn't heard the older come out earlier. "We will work on the weakness, you should find him." Mark looked out the large window that had been broken at the front of the church and sighed.

"No... He knows his way around, I don't.. Now, let's keep working on this weakness. Jeno will be very impressed in the morning." Mark said, before leading the way back into the room they had come from.

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Jeno looked at the scene around him.

It was all to familiar.

A field.

Flowers.

A small boy with golden hair.

He walked forward, throwing his hands in his jacket pockets.

It was then he realized something was off about the place.

It was cold.

A breeze running past him and through the trees, rustling dead leaves on branches that came tumbling down. The stream seemed to run differently as well..

"Jeno.."

When Chenle spoke his tone was dull. Jeno furrowed a brow.

"What's wrong Chenle?"

The boy turned and looked at Jeno, his eyes as dull as his voice. Everything about the boy seemed cold and colorless, the once vibrantly purple flower crown now faded and wilted on his head. He didn't even try to smile.

"Look..."

Chenle said, pointing to something on the ground he had been hovering over moments before. Jeno walked a bit closer to see what the young boy was pointing at.

A black winged raven.

Dead.

No blood.

Just dead on the ground.

"And that's not all.. Look..."

Chenle said, gesturing to all around them. The once vibrant field was now a dull grey, not a single critter anywhere nearby other then the rotting carcass at their feet.

"My garden... My beautiful garden.. It's dying Jeno....."

Jeno felt tears in his eyes at the sorrow in Chenle's voice. Chenle suddenly crouched down and heals his head. Jeno did the same in crouching down but looked at the boy.

"Jeno.. I miss you all so much... I feel so alone..... Everything hurts. Jeno, I don't think my garden is the only thing that's dying..."

Jeno looked at the sky, that was no longer a vibrant blue but rather a dull grey.

He didn't know what to do.

He was supposed to be some great leader.

A hero.

The savior for the revolution...

But he was so lost.

Jeno stood up abruptly and continued to look up at the sky.

"I.. I want Jisungie... Jeno, I want Jisungie....."

Jeno closed his eyes and attempted to block out the noise of Chenle crying. The small boy sounded so tired, as if he had been crying for hours.

Eventually, Chenle stopped.

And so did the wind.

All was still.

And Chenle stood up, looking at something across the field, pure sorrow filling his gaze.

Jeno looked over to where Chenle was looking-

"Jeno!"

The boy slowly opened his eyes and looked at the person who had woken him up.

"What is it Jisung.."

"Haechan is gone!"

-tbc-

AN: long chapter cuz HAPPY (late) THANKSGIVING!! Also the last couple chapters have been kinda short. Anyways, I'll try to keep this short. Thank you all so so so much for reading it really means alot. Kind of an emo ass chapter but you know it's whatever it. Anyways, I love you! Have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening/ whatever tf it is 😀!!!!
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