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Gone.
Kyungsoo stared into the dirty mirror at his pallid reflection, at the dark eyes glaring back at him.
Gone.
Jack was gone. At first it had been an hour late returning from an errand, then two, and Kyungsoo’s nerves burned with echoes of the past. He’ll be fine, he tried to tell the red circles facing him. Jack could hold his own and Kyungsoo made sure to equip him with the best weapons ration cards could buy.
But there were enough pissed off people in the world and not enough patience.
No. No. Not Jack. Not his brother. Not again.
Jack wasn’t missing. Jack wasn’t gone. No. No, he couldn’t handle that again.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, slinging his jacket over his shoulders, limbs trembling with nervous energy. “Fuck, fuck.”
He launched himself down the stairs of the hospital, ignored the lock at the door, and dashed out into the street without a thought for the snow dusting the concrete.
“Jack!” His voice nearly vibrated for the panic devouring his insides. “Jack!”
Usual haunts, he reminded himself, go to the usual haunts, go track down anyone who had contact with him. Fuck. Fuck.
He didn’t notice the person in front of him until they collided.
