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

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Jisung groaned, there was an enormous stinging feeling at the back of his head, a headache forming.

He moved his fingers slightly, continuing with the motion of opening his eyes.

His bones felt sore and the continuous feeling of sickness started to break through the pain.

He groaned, starting to move up.

His surroundings were dark and he felt incredibly dizzy.

Immediately his left hand went up to his head, his other one supporting his entire body weight. His hair felt wet so he figured he must've been bleeding.

Looking up, he must've fallen down about two full meters of height.

He groaned, standing up slowly, feeling even more dizzy the moment he tried to balance while standing.

"Shit" he murmured under his breath. Everything was unclear and hazy as if there was some kind of fog blurring his vision.

As he tried to walk outside while leaning on the closest wall he realized his backpack was still laying upstairs. He really wouldn't go back if not all his belongings would be in there.

Slowly climbing upwards, being pretty okay in being able to use the ladder as support, he slowly but surely got upstairs.

He looked around, trying to remain his balance, which was quite hard with his blurry vision and having very likely a concussion.

He looked around him but his backpack was nowhere to be seen.

Looking for any kind of light coming from anywhere, knowing the wooden box in his possession shined almost 24/7. He moved forwards, using bales of hay as support.

His head felt heavy, and he just wanted to close his eyes for a little.

Feeling the back of his head again, an increased amount of blood was running out. He had to stop it somehow and he would be able to if he managed to find his backpack first.

He looked around him, noticing there was another puddle of blood. One that was way too much to be his own.

Slowly, a white-ish light caught his eye.

Slowly the male moved towards it, keeping his ears open in case anyone was up there, he widened his eyes in terror.

A woman ,she way laying unconscious, a blood stain in her chest area.

He gasped softly, his breathing getting heavier in a panicked way.

It couldn't be her right? He moved forwards, it was almost too obvious but he just didn't want to believe it was actually her.

She was dead.

And next to her was his backpack.

Quickly trying to think about the right thing to do, he moved towards it, sliding over the floor and stumbling over his own feet.

Immediately he dialed his brother- no. The police first.

He would have service there right?

It took a couple rings but the phone finally got answered.

Rapidly Jisung spoke. "Hello I need an ambulance at xxxxx the red shed, it's an emergency, there's someone bleeding heavily and I don't think she's breathing! Hurry please!"

Before dialing his brother, he wanted to make sure first.

He moved towards the woman, putting two of his fingers down on her wrist, no pulse.

He had unmistaken, she was already gone.

The person on the other side of the line was trying to talk calmly too him, but he had to tell his brother first.

"Hyung-" he started, immediately being cut off.

"Jisung I'm busy-" his voice sounded harsh and cold.

"Youngho! Listen please, it's grandma!"

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He heard his brother on the other side gasping and some rapid movement. The phone hung up after that.

It would be okay for him to close his eyes just for a second right? If the police and his brother would come anyways, just for a second...