lunch time // seungjin

四十七

so who is he? and that door...

that door that seungmin always hated to see, that nightmare started appearing in his dreams again when he met hyunjin. 

and jeongin, that short conversation between seungmin and him and jeongin knows about him. 

it was about time, that seungmin had fully faced this nightmare of his. 

behind that door was a full length mirror covered by beige coloured curtains, beside that was a bookshelf filled with novels and detective stories. on the extreme right of this room was seungmin's favourite part of the room, it was a white table where he  always sat. there were frames of photo neatly arranged pictures, in every photo was seungmin smilling brightly in the arms of him.

tw!blood

that day when seungmin pushed open the door, the white carpet that used to be fluffy and soft was drenched in pools of blood red. there lay a limp body sprawled on the carpet, his silhouette was imprinted in the back of seungmin's mind, every curve was painfully carved as the last memory of him to seungmin.

"h-hyung.." young seungmin called out, but no matter the number of times he desperately called out to his hyung, there was no reply. step by step, he stumbled over towards the limp body on the floor.

'no... it cant be, im thinking too much. seungmin you are thinking too much, stop it.' seungmin reassured himself, persuading himself that his hyung was only playing with him. but after the long wait and the final step to the unconscious body, seungmin's knees went weak and he plunged toward the floor. 

seungmin felt a sharp pain in his chest when a certain thought past through his mind. "that cannot be true..." his convinced himself, but tears pricked at his eyes. 

trying his best to fight the tears away, seungmin placed his hand on the body.

cold.

hope? gone.

smiling through the pain, he painfully interlocked his hands with the passed out body. "hyung it was funny, but now it not anymore... please stop joking with me" 

tear drops starting falling down his face, as he gripped the cold hand tightly. pulling the pair of hands to his forehead, he hung his head down to lean his forehead on the hands. it was a reality he didnt want to believe.

heaving a deep breath, a loud cry escaped from his tight throat and a continuous string of tears kept falling down with no intentions to stop. for hours he stayed in that position, not really know what to do. his heart went cold along with the body that laid together with him on the floor.

hours later when his parents came into the room to check on them, they were greeted by the agonising sight of  their two sons in a pool of blood. they immediately called the police and in a few minutes, the room was prohibited from entering after.

when they had the police come in, they pried the two boys apart, breaking seungmin's heart. he was pulled away from his brother yet he could do nothing as he was pulled further and further away. he couldnt feel his limbs and had no energy to resist, he was nothing better than a dead body being dragged away, emotionless and expressionless.

he sat at the side, watching as the suicide unit started collecting evidence and belongings from the room. the body was transported out of the room into some sort of black van and for the next two days the body was gone. 

by the time they were done meddling with the room, half of the rooms belongings were taken away. the fluffy white rug that once was seungmin's favourite feature of the room was too taken away. this room barely seemed like what it was before, this room is was once so familiar to him but now... it was strangely far from his heart.

after days when the autopsy was finally out, the reason of death was suicide. 

and he?  

seungmin's hyung, kim songwon.

hope this helps with the confusion of who "he" is :D
if theres anymore questions do drop them in the comment section ill answer them !!

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