You fight your demons less in your head these days and more in a bottle. They float, soaked in alcohol and burning all the way down, but beautiful none the less. You know what they hide. It's worse than your corpse: a life cycling through booze breath and rehab,(more) hospital beds, wreaking destruction on your family. Tearing it apart slowly. Stitch by stitch. But still you sit, staring into the bottle. The worst part: they don't have to lure you. You're looking for your corpse one way or another, and this may be your longest route but cars have a way of dodging you, and you can't find a gun, and hours of digging through your veins only leaves you tired and drained of not enough blood. Your body seems determined to make you live. So you decide, night after night, to drown it. You take a swig, who knows how many shots straight down your gullet and you'll vomit afterward but for now it feels good. Feels like burning, like dying, like your demons have you around the throat and maybe this time they won't let go.
You crack another seal. Open another bottle. Take another swig.(less)
The sirens blare loudly each time. Zen doesn't remember how many times he's been in the same situation; with her forced against the Unknown kidnapper, mouth open with a plea for help. Zen nods once at her, and in the second she bites Unknown's hand he moves, yanking her(more) out the door and into his car.
"How many times?"
She pauses. "What?"
"How many times do I have to act like I'm not in love with you? Like you aren't my entire life?"
She's quiet, and then; "How do you remember? Zen, how-"
And just like that, Zen feels an ache behind his eyes and crumples to the floor.
"I'm happy," she says, and Zen feels his heart twist.
"Were you never happy with me?" he asks. "Is that why you went to Seven, and then everyone else again, but not me?"
"Please," he begs. "Why can't I just be happy with you?"
"Because I'm waiting," she whispers, and even if she's dating Seven now, she steps close, kisses him on his forehead. "Because I want us to be happy forever, not just one more time."
"Yoosung will never know, will he?"
"He won't," Seven says.
"Sometimes," Seven whispers. "She remembers sometimes."
She's sleeping between them, tears finally stopped as soon as exhaustion hit her. Seven reaches over to squeeze Zen's hand. "Someday, I'll get it right," he whispers. "For now, it's just me, you, and her."
"And sometimes Jaehee."
"And sometimes Jaehee," Seven promises. "Someday it'll be me, you, her, Yoosung, Jaehee, and Jumin."
Seven laughs. "You don't mean that."
Flashbacks of Jumin's fear and unfair past flit through Zen's mind. "I don't," he agrees.
They lay together silently. Zen could hear sirens close, but for now, he was okay.(less)