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

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69 hehe

aNygAys I feel like y'all r gonna hate me for this chapter smh

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"Shit why isn't he picking up?" Minho groaned in frustration.

"You said he went to go to bed after right? He's probably just asleep and not aware that you are trying to reach him."

"I know Hyunjin, but I'm worried, he was acting strange and I've got a bad feeling."

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"Okay Sung, monthly check as I promised mom. Show me ur arms." Jisung's brother stretched out his arms to grab Jisung's.

"Eh- can we not like, skip this so that I can go home and you and your girlfriend can fuck somewhere else?" Jisung softly spoke, hating his parents and his brother especially for this thing they apparently meant good somehow.

"Jisung you know we can't." He said making a motion with his hands towards Jisung. "Come on show me."

"No. You can't just stay away for almost six fucking months only to come back and play police officer hyung!" He said in one sentence. "If that's what you're gonna do, then I could better just kill myself! Because it isn't getting better by keeping me here and you know it why couldn't you just fucking-"

He quickly paused himself, not wanting to know the look on his brother's face if he continued.

"You what Jisung? Come on say it."

It wasn't a great idea to provoke Jisung like that while the voices in his head were the ones to know the exact damn thing to say to hurt a person the most.

Or in this case, scare.

But Youngho didn't know that, and he was asking for it.

"I wish you fucking died in that 'accident', I could've just let you sit there to drown and no one would've known that I caused it, I saved you and I regret that now. It is true what I said back then, I did want to see you drown, watch the last bits of life leaving ur body, slowly sinking until you hit the bottom, getting eaten by tiny termites while your body would slowly dissolve in water, the surface of the water turning pink, it would've felt amazing."

He laughed, yea, he did know how much of a psycho he sounded like, and he enjoyed it. He loved the way his brother let the tears escape his eyes, he loved how the pain showed on his face. He wanted him to feel it more.

"Do you know how pathetic it looked, being overpowered by your fourteen year old little sibling, me just looking at you as you tried so hard to remain above water, I remember the exact words you said by then, I wrote it all down. It comes back in every notebook I ever wrote in, it's probably carved somewhere on my arms at least fifteen fucking times and it fucking scarred me. I saved your life and see how ungrateful you've been acting for fucking years?" Jisung didn't even show any kind of facial expression.

He laughed, his eyes spread apart wide and empty.

Was he even there? Was it even him speaking? He didn't know but it felt good and that meant he wanted more.