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Who tf gave you permission to rip my heart out like that/j
Junho slowly dying from major injuries at the end of the series.
He can't run anymore. He couldn't even stand anymore. The base is quickly going up in flames. The others have evacuated, and the only ones left are;
Gihun, who's at the end of the group to make sure everyone is safe, (and that's means Inho and Junho)
Junho, who's practically dead weight and has no energy left due to his injuries,
And Inho, who is still holding onto his brother for dear life, injured but trying to carry his brother out with what strength he has left.
Junho collapses not even halfway through. Burning debris fell from the ceiling and hit Inho's leg.
Gihun rushes to them and tries to help them out. Inho can't carry Junho anymore, and Junho is not moving except for labored breathing.
Gihun is conflicted. He doesn't know what to do. He can't carry both of them and by the time he getd one out, it'll be too late for the other.
"Take Junho, Gihun-ssi"
"What?"
"There's no decision to be made. Take my brother and go!"
Gihun hesitates. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Junho spoke.
"Hyung?"
It was weak.
"W-why is it dark, hyung?"
Gihun let out a sharp gasp while Inho's ragged breathing was interrupted by what sounded like a strangled sob.
Gihun catches Inho's eyes, and they know.
Junho is not gonna make it regardless.
Gihun kneels down to Inho and tries, one last time.
"Let's go. You can still get out."
Despite everything, Gihun already knows the answer.
Inho doesn't respond. He just held his little brother tighter, carding his hands through the dirty hair of the modt precious thing he has left.
Gihun exhales and ran his hand through Junho's hair as well.
"I'll take care of your mother."
After sparing one last look at Inho, whose eyes are looking at his brother only, Gihun leaves.
The flames are getting closer to them, but Inho can't feel anything other than Junho in his arms.
"Hyung?"
"Y-yeah?"
"It's warm."
Junho nuzzles closer to his older brother. Inho does nothing but reciprocate.
"It is, isn't it?"
"I. Hah. I don't think our house had been this warm in a long time."
Ihno chuckles and sobs.
"Hyung?"
"Yes, Junho?"
"I'm glad you're home."
If I can rewrite this as a proper one shot, I'll be posting on ao3