Broken Pieces || Park Jisung

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     "I LOVE YOU too, angel." Jisung managed to say those four words before the blade pierced deep down his shoulder. The Mayor laughed as a loud groan of pain escaped his son's lips. He decided to have some more fun.

The psychotic man twisted the knife with a satisfied laugh, making his Jisung's skin open more, resulting to increased pain as the crimson red blood didn't seem to stop seeping out of the poor boy's body.

"Jisung!" Minha could only watch as her lover's face writhed in pain, her feet seemingly glued tight to the floor.

She watched as Jisung let out a whimper before falling down to the ground, blood starting to pool around him. A gasp escaped her lips before screaming.

"JISUNG-AH!" She kneeled down to the boy's almost lifeless body before settling his head on her lap as she wrapped her arms around him.

"You're next, sweetie." Mayor Park licked his lips as his wide eyes gazed at Minha disgustingly.

Before he could pounce on the girl, the door slammed wide opened and a man with a police standard revolver appeared. He was tall and quite young, a scar etched beside his right eye.

"Park Jinsok, you are under arrest! Put your hands to where I can see them!" One by one, the police started swarming in, putting the Mayor in handcuffs.

"It's over, Mayor. May you rot in hell." Minha's voice held venom as she glared at the old man who growled and attempted to strangle her— if it weren't for the police that held him.

"You look like shit, Mark." The police, specifically the senior police inspector crouched down to the young detective's level, his hand still clutched to his stomach.

"Thanks, Taeyong." Mark said. His words of gratitude wasn't sarcastic at all. It was genuine as it came from the bottom of his heart.

"It's finally ove— shit! Jisung!" Mark jolted up, ignoring the pain as he limped towards the younger boy who bled endlessly.

"119 is on their way!" Renjun said as he crouched down beside Jisung and Minha, removing his jacket before wrapping it on the boy's injured shoulder.

Minha's hand shook as it softly caressed his face, tracing his features.

Jisung coughed, the sticky red substance coming out from his mouth. His breaths were heavy and deep as he struggled open his eyes and stay conscious.

"No, no, no, you better stay awake! D-on't you dare close your eyes, Park Jisung!" She said before she struggled to breathe, her emotions all over the place as she cried, the tears endlessly pouring out of her eyes.

"D-don't cry, angel. Please. S-stop crying—" He coughed up blood once again making her cry even more.

"Jisung-ah..." She cupped his face with her hands that we now covered with his blood and rested her forehead on his.

The boy's big and bloody hands found it's way to hers, gripping it tight. He looked into her eyes as his thumb wiped the tears off her face.

"Smile for me, angel." The words came out of Jisung's mouth as a whisper, finding no energy left as his eyes closed.

All Minha could here were her cries along with the approaching sound of the ambulance's siren.

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Minha sat down the cold, tiled floor with her back pressed against the white wall, hugging her legs as she cried whilst resting her forehead on her arms, looking down.

She just sat there, at the corner of the white walls of the hallway, paying no mind to the pattering feet that walked and ran past her— be it the nurses that ran back and forth or the civilians that walked calmly, as if everything was alright.

For her, it wasn't alright.

"Hey." A soft voice rang in her ears making her look up with he tear stained face. She could see Ningning smiling gently down at her.

"Hey." Minha replied, her voice small and hoarse.

Ningning brought her lips into a thin line and sighed, sitting down next to her Korean friend on the cold floor.

"They've got him, the Mayor. That bastard's over now." Ningning said with small smile before bringing her legs into the same position as the girl beside her. "Mark is resting, the doctor said there's no major injuries."

"That's good to hear." Minha sniffed as she turned to look at Ningning, lifting the ends of her lips slightly.

Ningning pouted unconsciously, tears threatening to escape her eyes as she stared at her best friend, sharing the pain that the girl felt. Eventually, the tears fell— as did Minha's.

"Jisung will be fine. He's strong." Ningning cried and leaned her head on Minha's shoulder, the latter resting her head on the Chinese girl's.

Minha shut her eyes as she choked out a few sobs before feeling an arm wrapping around her shoulders. She looked to her left to see Donghyuck with tears streaming down his face making her cry even more.

"Giraffes are strong. He'll survive." Renjun said, making everyone laugh with their face still streaming down with tears.

Jeno and Jaemin flashed a smile towards Minha who gladly returned the gesture. She was thankful to have these people in her life. She felt like she wasn't alone, she felt loved and welcomed.

The doors to the surgery opened, making all of them jolt up in their seats.

"How is he, doctor?" Chenle asked, his voice radiating worry yet tinted with a little bit of hope. The doctor gave them a small smile before removing his round glasses from the bridge of his nose.

"Good news is, he's stable. No other major injuries detected."

Minha sighed in relief, losing her balance due to her legs feeling wobbly and weak, the heaviness in her heart slightly lifting. But luckily, Donghyuck was there to catch her before her bottom collided with the ground.

"Good news? So what's the bad news?" Renjun, being the less optimistic one in the group had to ask. This made the doctor who had little hair left on his hair sigh.

"He's lost a lot of blood, so it would be hard to tell when he would wake up."

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