Blood on paper || Minsung [HIATUS]

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The faint sound of rain echoed in the empty room, bouncing against the walls and creating a harmony with the soft hum of an old song.

That song was the only anchor Minho had for not falling.

He stood in the middle of the cell, counting the bricks on the wall. That's all he could do.

Counting every second passing, his execution came closer with every brick.

He stopped humming, wiping away the tear that rolled down his cheek. He looked at the door, seeing a shadow look at him behind the bars.

"Good evening, lost knight" Minho whispered, his voice echoing in the empty room louder. "Please come in" he waved his hand towards the room, turning his body to stare at the man entering in it.

Behind him a red haired man stepped in the cell, his aura radiating death and walking with such an elegance that Minho felt ashamed he looked the way he did.

He had been in that room for days or weeks, he couldn't remember.

"For what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked after taking a seat at the table, cleaning the dust on it with his sleeve. His clothes were already dirty just like the cell. It didn't make a difference if it had a little dust on it. He will turn into it sooner or later.

"Moon of death" he nodded towards the red haired male. He always thought that Hyunjin was the card itself. His skin white like he was a ghost, his soft hair and plump lips matching the colour of the bloody tear dripping down his milk skin and rolling down his collarbone.

His white eyes darker than the night itself, souls screaming behind them. People used to say that the devil looks like a goat or has a red tail and horns, but they were wrong. He can be beautiful and lovely.

Hyunjin was the devil. His sharp, handsome features betray the image of his soul.

Minho turned his attention to Chan who took a seat at the table too, a notebook and a pen placed in front of him.

"I never expected this, Minho," the blonde man said, opening the notebook "I never thought you were him". He motioned to Hyunjin to come to the table, the younger putting a bottle of water and a casserole of food.

"Thank you" his voice gave up on him again. He didn't even remember when was the last time he smelt something other than the mould coating the walls.

"Why are you here? Visiting me for the first and last time?" he chuckled, taking a small bite of the food. He hummed at the feeling, letting the taste linger over his taste buds.

"We were sent. To write a book about your story" Hyunjin said from the dark corner of the room, his eyes shining like stars. But they were not stars, they are the souls of the people they killed.

"I already wrote it,'' Minho muttered, continuing to take small bites of the delicious food. He knew damn well it would be his last.

"Your story as the black magician" Chan muttered, folding his hands on the table and feeling pity looking at Minho eat so slowly, enjoying every bite like it was the last.

Minho raised his eyebrows, nodding. Hyunjin started making a sketch of Minho, the sound of the pencil lead scratching the canvas filling the silent room.

After finishing eating, Minho drank almost all the water in the bottle, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Chan cleared his throat, placing the notebook on his thigh and looking at Minho. "You already know the procedure. Describe in a few words all the story. Give it a meaning"

Minho didn't even think about what to say, he let the words slide off his tongue like the sweet lies he kept telling to the person he lost.

"I guess it is true. Love is one sided" he said, staring at the scar on his arm.

Chan nodded, writing the words on the paper. "So we got a one sided love story I see. A message you want to send to that person?"

"You falled for the Minho I created. The one I wish I was. You loved the mask that covered the villain's true face but remember, white magician. You painted colours in my heart I could never replace."

He wiped under his eyes with his thumb. The scratching sounds stopped, making Minho turn his attention to Hyunjin. "Are you crying?" Hyunjin purred, the words leaving his mouth carefully.

Minho chuckled, staring at Chan who stopped writing. He tilted his head, smiling softly. "We are writers, kiddo. We don't cry. We bleed on paper"

Chan pursed his lips, relating too much to the quote. He shifted in his seat, feeling intimidated by the stare upon him. "Could you describe how did you end up like this. Start with the beginning. Tell all your story"

Minho sighed, staring at the wall behind his old friend. "Do you have a cigarette?"

Hyunjin threw one and Chan lit it.

Inhaling the smoke, Minho relaxed in his seat and exhaled it, nodding in thanks.

"If you have read my book you already know but not everyone did, so I will tell the long short story" Minho sighed, slumping in the chair and stretching his legs in front of him.

"My dad was a weird science man. He used to do experiments on humans, turning them into animals, monsters. I grew up in that lab. Helping him torture people"

A guard stopped in front of the cell, staring at the three males. Minho waved his hand in greeting, tilting his head, making the men flinch and leave in fear. "I love when you show your true eye colour" Hyunjin chuckled, turning the canvas in another angle.

"One day he couldn't come into the lab, so he sent me there to 'feed' the experiments. They couldn't even be called humans. And apparently, when I entered the cell, all of them were released— killing, eating each other. And one of them bit me on this arm."

He showed his left arm with the beautiful scar engraved on his skin. "It's the one on the wrist. The other one—" he muttered, smiling sadly at it "It's another story that has no place in here now"

"I turned into a maniac. I was tied, starved, used, injected in the damn cell. One made special for me before I was even born. I suffered more than all those living things did. More than all of you." he pointed at Chan and Hyunjin, but his gaze was on the mouldy wall.

"Show yourself before I don't snap your pretty neck" Minho growled, staring at the wall with such darkness, it sent shivers on the half-ghost spine. He showed himself like a shiny blanket, leaning on the wall.

"Did you bring the fucking president in here too" Minho asked Chan, biting his inner cheek. Chan shrugged, pulling stray hairs from his eyes with the pencil "I didn't know he was here. I am not you"

"What are you doing here Seungmin?" Hyunjin asked, tilting his head and staring at the beautiful man. He was wearing the red cape but the mask was missing, just the hood covering his bloody eyes.

"The seeker is listening to the master's tales for the last time" his voice was airy, a whisper caressing their ears like a cold breath.

Minho stared at him, showing his hate without remorse. He deserved to hate Seungmin after what he did.

"Too much hate will burn you cinders, dear master." Seungmin said, white mist floating with him in the air. "At least I will die warm, truth seeker" Minho sneered, snapping his fingers three times, making Seungmin's shadow disappear in the air, a trail of smoke left behind.

Chan rubbed his temples, wishing he could finish all this. "Please continue"

"When we escaped, father made a game for us. In the first day all of you came to the court and after the roles were given, we had the first meeting and when the game started, it was the beginning"

"The beginning of what" "Of the end."