After an accident that leaves Yeosang injured and his brother dead, he flees the state, finding unhealthy outlets for his emotions. Finding himself deep in debt, he needs a quick way to make a lot of money
Seonghwa has lived his entire life seeking...
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Small paws balanced along the raised platform jutted out from the window in the small room, gracefully dancing along the beam while shadows splayed out across the floor. San admired her, watching her silhouette as the minutes ticked by, imagining her on the ledge of the Eiffel Tower while tourists gawked at her elegant nature and beady eyes that held stars.
"Byte, come here." San muttered lazily, and she cocked her head to the side, ears perking up at the mention of her name. "Miss you." He was alone in the room after a while of constant supervision from Wooyoung, Yuta staying longer than usual to spread around his pity and be a general unwelcome figure around San. He couldn't complain, however, he knew seeing them now while he could still properly remember all of their times together was invaluable.
Byte stalked over, landing on San's chest, and curling her tail around his fingers while he brought out a hand to pet her. He felt uneasy with the knowledge of how little time he had left sitting heavy in his heart, along with the feeling of having so much left to do. He had a serum started, tens of them really, all sitting in the lab untouched for many days while he was out of commission. Picking it all back up again felt overwhelming and he sighed out, despair at how much energy and motivation was stolen from him.
Wooyoung wanted to use Yeosang now, pull out his life force to give San back everything he had lost over the four long years since his symptoms began. A life for a life, who was San to judge which stood on a higher pedestal? Wooyoung seemed certain, and no amount of convincing would make him waver. San took the moment to ponder if the situation was reversed, would he let Wooyoung wither away to nothing and not take advantage of a specimen just asking to be drained.
Yeosang didn't deserve this...but did San?
The plan was one in action for a long time, when San was more determined, lacking empathy and overall being selfish. The cure was for him when he started four years ago, but dying put things in perspective. He wanted this cure for everyone out there who had to die because of VHL, from constant trials to the body no one should have to suffer. San whimpered against his will, and Byte, alarmed, tucked her body under his armpit, seemingly helping him sit up. He blinked away the flashing spots in his eyes, and slid off the bed with little speed. Standing once again, Byte followed him out of the room.
The hallways were silent and abandoned as they always were, so San had ample opportunity to slip into his and Wooyoung's room to grab some warmer clothes and spend the rest of the afternoon in the lab.
"Find Jongho, okay?" He nudged Byte with his foot, and she purred fiercely, like she was reluctant to leave his side, but eventually did so anyway.
Taking a peek to make sure Jiu wasn't holed up in the lab with the interns, he pulled on a coat and surveyed the area. No one had been inside for a few days, it was obvious. The test tubes that had been washed the last time he was in here were not yet put away, and the labeling on the fridge had not changed dates since last week. San shivered when he opened the door to the fridge, keeping his eyes focused so he could find his own handwriting on his first concoction. He walked over to a free space on the table, and began to set up each full tube with purple liquid in a row, record their variance in colors, and changes over the week.
