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

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Tw: mention of blood, death, intestines, domestic violence and more.

Late kinda Christmas chapter.

I hope y'all have had a good Christmas!!

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Jisung got to hate the smell of alcohol. The weird tingling feeling all other smells made him want to puke.

It was the second Christmas Day, he was seated together with his family at the dinner table.

It was seven pm and everyone was drinking.

He felt sick. Grossed out and as if he was about to faint.

Eight people in one cramped, heated room. It made him sick.

So sick.

"If you excuse me." He stood up, giving his mom a side-eye look, making sure she understood.

He walked out of the room, outside where there was enough air to breathe.

Calming down his breathing he drew out his phone.

"Hey Min... are you busy right now?" He questioned. His hands shaking because of the cold.

He was wearing a casual white blouse, a black with red blazer over it, tucked into his pants- which had the same pattern.

He didn't necessarily like to wear suits, he didn't like the part of which they're 'destined' for men to wear them, so he didn't.

If it would've been up to him, he would've worn the outfit Felix created for him. Soft pink pastel trousers with white and a soft light blue details,  almost the same white blouse he was wearing but then with glittery silver buttons, and a pastel blue baret, the same colour as the details on the trousers. It looked amazing and absolutely adorable but his father didn't find it 'manly enough.'

Sucks to be him I guess.

He patiently waited for Minho to answer.

Some hustled sounds were heard on the other side. And muffled talking, but he couldn't exactly hear what was being said.

"Hey Sung could you hang on for a second- I'll call you back ok?" He heard Minho's voice, it sounded hurried.

"Oh yea that's fi-"

Connection lost.

"Oh." Jisung thought to himself. "Alright then, guess I'll just go head out by myself."

He sighed, not bothering to even walk inside to tell his family where he was going or to grab his jacket. They probably expected that he left anyways.

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Name: Han A-Ri
Age: 76
Sex: Female
Time of death: Confirmed December 23 at 01.15AM.
Location: Incheon Red Cross Hospital.
Cause of death: Head-trauma.
Further injuries: Stab wounds in abdomen.

"Sorry Mr. Han there was no way of saving her." The pathologist, mr Kim, spoke to Jisung. The doctor looked still quite young and was very gentle with his words.

"How'd she- why..." He started. Not even knowing himself what he was gonna ask.

His head felt fuzzy, a weird heavy feeling inside his heart. The feeling of sorrow.

"She was stabbed in her abdomen, twice. The one we thought happened first was into her left kidney, and the second one into her pancreas and liver in between her ribs, it was done by a small most-likely kitchen knife even tho the knife didn't go quite far into her intestines so if she would've been stabbed only, she might've been okay. The one or ones who did this, did know what they were doing since being stabbed in between the ribs is one of the most painful spaces to get stabbed, together with the eye, and a few other parts. They also must've twisted the knife since it couldn't have been a clean cut creating a maximum amount of pain."

He paused.

"Even tho, after all that, that wasn't what killed her. She was a healthy woman, mr. Han. The killer- or killers, hit her head with, most likely with something heavy and metal which caused her to bleed and eventually she died out of blood loss. We think it might've taken about three hours until she was gone." He spoke.

Jisung looked up, he knew that it was his grandma's body that was lying under the white hospital gown. Even tho, the reality had still barely hit him.

He knew that his family had come to wait outside the autopsy room, and he knew his brother would be there. Blaming Jisung for her death.

But that was okay, he blamed himself too.

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His phone rang again.

"Hey Sung, sorry but hanging up so suddenly I was sorta in the middle of something but that's dealed with now. Is everything okay??"
He sounded concerned.

"Yea I'm fine, just wanted to hear your voice."

He heated nothing for a second. "Ji you're not wandering off alone again are you?" He spoke.

"Mmh." Jisung answered, his left index finger scratching his skin continuously.

"I'll be there in a second, alright love?" He heard his lover moving around again, probably grabbing his stuff.

"Do you think you can stay right where you are Sung? At least are you somewhere safe? Is there any light on where you are right now." Minho spoke rushed.

"Mmh I'm in the streets right now. My house is close by, you don't have to worry so much, I'll be fine..." he spoke wandering off as a sound behind him startled him.

Turning around there wasn't anything strange. A person just walking his way, head hold low and a hood covering their face.

Jisung turned back again around has he heard Minho starting to talk to him again.

"Okay, can you send me your location?" Minho asked.

"Yea- hold on." He stopped, sending his live location to the older.

Outside, there was barely any wind, barely any sound in general. Most people would probably be inside eating dinner with their families at this time, it was Christmas after all.

Still why did he have the u comfortable feeling of someone following or at least looking at him constantly then?

The person behind him had changed directions ages ago as he was sure they went inside a house somewhere along the road, he must've just been imagining it.

Right?

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I didn't check this chapter but merry Christmas(: