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

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"Minho what are you implying."

"Jisung have you ever heard of The Myth Of Spirmarvily?"

Minho turned his eyes back to Jisung, eyeing him to come back to sit down.

"I don't think so... why?"

"Well let me tell you a story...

1858

"Your Majesty, the room has been emptied and is available for your next troupe including sir Hasteives.

"Perfect, thank you, now exceed me some more wine will you."

"Alright your majesty."

Year 1859, the start of a new adventure, based on a new reality. The small village called Mediss was having one of its coldest summers in their entire history of over five hundred years.

People on top of that, also started learning about new things during that time, like how useful children and teenagers could be for them.

Which is exactly what they used in their advantage.

During one of its first coldest nights, the fifteen year old son of a poor farmer had found out that it was freezing outside. All excited he secretly snook out to watch the first snow drop.

His body was found dead the next morning.

Eleven days later another dead body of a boy with the almost exact age as the farmer's son was found.

Two days after that body was found, another corpse of a seventeen year old teenager was found.

Meanwhile some girls had started disappearing too.

Small holes, just big enough for syringes had been found on their right side of their neck. It looked forced and painful, a green-yellowish glow surrounding the red and irritated area.

Minho paused for a second.

"Many more teenagers and children, mostly around about the same age had disappeared. Including the person who I will tell this POV from...."

He was thirteen, I was fourteen. We both had been taken away.

We didn't know how or where we had ended up but it was cold and dark. Every second of the day and night it was.

I didn't know how we were surviving down there since we didn't get to eat nor drink and didn't fall asleep once for days and weeks straight. Not that I was hungry after not seeing the sun for many many days.

Sometimes either of us would be taken away, not remembering what had happened afterwards we had returned back down into the darkness.

The boy never told me his name. Nor did I know my own.

The floor was cold and hard, so were the walls, it was worse than a dungeon.

I didn't feel pain, he did.

I didn't feel the cold, but he had to endure it all.

Some days we would get separated, him, being the only comfort I had and the only thing that stopped me from going entirely crazy, being taken away from me.

He would get dragged away.

He forgot his name after that.

His voice went cold and he barely spoke. All I sometimes heard, when I was on verge of passing out, we're quiet whimpers or soft growls.

It terrified me.

I don't remember what happened after that period, but the boy kept revising one word, mimicking it with his whole strength, one specific word before he got shut up.

I hadn't seen or heard him after that.

All I remembered were his haunted words and his fragile breaking voice.

That's the story my friend told me about my experiences when I had returned.

He had told me that almost two years later but something strange had seemed to happen.

I recognized his voice.

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