Yellow - in darkness can be found || Minsung fanfic🌻🍋

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Jisung POV

"Mmmh.." the sweet smell of pancakes invades my nostrils, which causes my mouth to slightly water at the godly scent.

"Pancakes." I gloomily say to myself, hiding my face in the soft fabric of the pile with pillows around me.

Hold on a second I only have two pillows on my bed-

My eyes open cautiously as if I expect there to be someone else in the room. Fortunately, no one else is in the unfamiliar room. But I'm not sure if that is still a good thing, knowing that I'm all alone in a stranger's house who could've maybe kidnapped me or something.

I open up the covers, immediately closing them again, panicking at the sight of me not wearing a shirt anymore. "Where the fuck did my shirt go..." I wonder around the room, searching for something else to wear, and to my luck a large white hoody is neatly lied down on the other side of the king sized mattress.

I quickly get up grabbing the white hoody and allowing myself to peak around the room better. The room is quite cozy, despite the cold white walls and one green wall. A huge poster of an iced americano is hang up on the wall, wow which idiot would hang a drink on their wall.

The rest of the room is covered in plants, giving it a jungle-like effect. Just as I'm about to just look around some more, two loud voices are heard from the hallway.

"Felix shut up, what if he's still sleeping, you'll wake him up." Seungmin's whisper-yelling voice is loudly heard from behind the wall.

I turn around to look towards the door. "Felix, Seungmin?" I say, just loud enough to be heard through the door.

"Fuck great now you woke him up you asshole." Seungmin now says louder. "Hey calm your tits, you were just as loud as I was."

"I was not."

"Yes you were."

"No I was not."

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"You guys made pancakes?" I ask almost drooling over the sight of a huge stack of pancakes in front of my plate. "Yessir, and this time I did do the right amount of butter." Felix sassily includes, obviously proud of finally achieving to successfully bake pancakes, causing Hyunjin to laugh. I turn around facing a giggling Hyunjin. "Oh hey hyung." I greet him." He grins back at me. "Hey party boy." He slyly exclaimed, still smirking in the process. "W-what?" I stutter causing him to laugh once again. "Oh nothing, how are you by the way? Like with your hangover and stuff."

How... Am I?

Around me children of my age were running around. Playing football and other ball games. I would have loved to join but... no one would ever ask me, so I just silently took part a couple feet apart from a different boy about my age. We were only 12... no need to be so cruel.

He didn't look up as he continued to play with the little stick in his hands, poking something on the floor that is out of my reach.

I just sat down, against the wall of the school building.

Sometimes I would look up, seeing if anything interesting happened around me. But nothing ever happened. All I ever saw is the same kid that everyone is scared of, silently sitting down, either pulling petals out of a flower or poking something with a stick. I didn't do much different. But what else was there to do. No one ever asked me anyway.

One day I sat down again, this time against the wall of a shed that was located next to the school building. The other boy was seated there too. I didn't know how, all I knew was that others were scared of him. But of what were they so scared of?

I coolly looked his way, seeing him pulling the petals out of a flower, it looked like a daisy. The boy didn't look up so I stood up, slowly walking in his direction. Standing in front of the bright red shed. The boy paused, closing his eyes and looking up, his red eyes turning yellow while looking at mine. He saw what I saw, a yellow spark appearing in both of our eyes.

His bright red shining orbs pierced in my direction. He looked quite intimidating, even for someone of twelve.

He didn't smile nor did his expression change. The neutral expression looking forward before looking back at the flower again.

The next few days I sat down closer to him, slowly more by time. He didn't question, he never did. I never even heard him speak. I guess he didn't really like the attention he usually received when he calmly walked into the school gates and once more when he left.

After about a week I asked him for the first time something about him.

"What's your name?"

....

No answer.

"How old are you?"

....

No answer.

"Why are you always seated alone?"

The boy stopped. Still not answering but doubt being able to be seen on his face.

"Okay fine I won't ask anymore."

I huffed. Crossing my arms and moving aaay from him.

"Its not always by choice." He spoke. The first time I ever heard him speak.

And the last time.

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Lol it's like 2 am and I have school tmr morning😗✌️