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

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Tw (mostly blood) for this chapter

Tbh even only writing this chapter knowing exactly what's gonna happen alr gives me sm anxiety

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A young farmer girl, age eleven.

The son of a smith, age thirteen.

A baker's son, age fourteen.

The town's church's two daughters and son of the ages eight, six and eleven.

Twelve teenagers, living on the streets, no houses with families and a warm bed to return to and home.

In total, thirty-eight children from one tiny village were taken. And it was as if no one even noticed.

Once again, they hadn't heard of any of them again.

It was like their bodies were erased from the world.

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His brother hit him. Just because he couldn't control the words streaming out of his mouth.

He wasn't sure if he meant them either but they just kept coming.

Jisung shut up, running towards the door and yelling a "WHY COULDN'T YOU JUST FUCKING DIE!" Back to his brother who hadn't moved his position.

He grabbed his bag. He was going home, fuck it all.

He ran back into his room, his brother wasn't there.

Filling his bag with his only valuable items and some clothes before pulling the door closed hard and madly walking away.

He just walked, looking at the ground sternly.

His grandma's house used to be a massive farm filled with all kinds of animals, today, there weren't any animals left but the same good amount of meadows was still where it had been for over seventy years.

He didn't actually want to go home, so he decided to just walk until he came across somewhere which seemed appealing to him.

A big red shed, it almost seemed familiar.

He walked towards it, something from it called to him.

Maybe it was how quiet it suddenly was or how the birds that were flying everywhere seemed to stay away from the shed as much as possible.

He walked inside, there was one crow there.

One big crow with black shimmery eyes almost as black holes in the universe.

It cawed at him. A horrible sound.

He looked further, it was cold. Hay was kept to stay dry at the second floor.

He blinked, it was dark in there, most of the windows blocked.

It felt strange as if some sort of Deja Vu was coming at him.

He shivered slightly. His blue hair falling in front of his eyes blocking part of his view. Maybe it was time to cut and dye it again since he hadn't done that in months. He'd been locked up all along in that stupid house. It's a miracle Minho was even able to come in.

Something cold and liquidy fell down in front of him, and only now that he noticed that in front of him wasn't water, it was blood.

Fresh, bright crimson red blood.

His breathing stammered, he didn't dare to look up.

Anxiety was filling him up, and then he looked above him.

He jumped, falling backwards into another stash of hay.

A large dead cow, it looked as if it was mostly eaten, but the kind of eaten that literal pieces were bitten off.

He jumped up to the side, scrunching his nose in disgust of the smell he only now noticed.

Further walking he didn't necessarily see a lot of exciting stuff. A black cat was licking its paws while sitting on some hay and he could hear a bird fladder it's wings outside somewhere further away.

He was about to turn around until he heard a soft sound coming coming from upstairs.

Since curiosity was filling him up he decided to go take a look, he walked towards the ladder that was about three meters away from where he was standing.

The only sound now being Jisung's sweater paws every now and then swinging against his torso and the sound of his shoes walking over stray pieces of hay.

He climbed upstairs, pausing when he finally looked up. Nothing looked out of place he thought.

He was about to walk further since it was quite dark and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly but then, someone or something pushed him.

As if the world turned into slowmotion, he fell to the ground, head hitting first.