#( the calm before the storm that's the mafia au.. heh )

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 he  thought  that  when  his  time  finally  comes,  there  would  be  no  one  left  by  his  side.  no  one  to  mourn,  no  one  to  grieve  and  that  would  be  it  —  the  end  to  his  brief,  unremarkable  existence  in  the  forever  revolving  world.  yet  when  kyungsoo  opens  his  eyes,  he  is  there.  it  takes  a  few  seconds  for  his  lenses  to  adjust  to  the  glaring  light  of  the  sterile  room,  the  same  sickening  stench  that  he’s  never  been  a  fan  of,  but  he  can  recognise  eden  anywhere.  even  with  his  usually  perfect  hair  tousled,  under-eye  circles  shades  deeper  than  kyungsoo  last  remembers,  his  head  half  buried  in  his  arms  sprawled  on  the  bedside.  the  slightest  of  movements  upon  waking  causes  kyungsoo  to  wince  in  pain  despite  the  sedatives  coursing  through  his  system,  awakening  his  drowsy   companion  in  the  process.  “hey.”  he  greets  apologetically,  his  voice  coarse  from  dehydration  —  how  long  has  he  been  stuck  on  this  bed?  how  long  has  eden  stayed  by  his  side?  “you  look  like  you’re  seeing  a  ghost.”