Blood on paper || Minsung [HIATUS]

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"I was trapped in between four walls that once I called it home" Minho leaned his head back, analysing the ceiling.

Plants were growing between the bricks and little drops of water slid down their small bodies, falling down with a small sound.

The furious scratch of Hyunjin's crayola sketching Minho's frame filled the empty room.

How can emptiness be so heavy?

Chan hummed, letting Minho know he finished writing what he said. "It was hard, I must say"

Hyunjin stopped, raising an arched brow. The purple haired huffed, chuckling. He shifted in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees and running his fingers through the still soft locks.

It's softer than silk but rougher than failure.

Minho smiled sadly, remembering the absurd sentence that one person said when he first ran his finger through his hair. He still could feel their ghost, softly twirling that one wavy strand on the index finger and the little soft massage made by the other hand.

"For months I had to find, learn and build my father's game. He gave me all the damn work and I was ready to chop my head off but apparently, I can not fucking die"

"So I stayed locked in that hell all alone, creating a Goddamn path to death for hundreds of living things, you can't even call them humans, because a crazy man wanted to play a game for the last time with his son."

"Then why are we not dead with the others?" Hyunjin's silky voice echoed in the room. Another tear rolled down his cheek, this time he wiped it, smudging the blood on his milky cheek.

"Because you are the only successful experiments" Minho mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the base of his palms, black dots showing in front of him. "You won the game"

"You? Why not us?" Chan whispered more to himself, but he still was heard.

"I am not a failure but not a success either. Just something"

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The black cards were placed on the black table, just their gold flowers stopping the to card totally blend with the black of the table.

Jisung inhaled sharply, a weird energy filling him. Those cards look so expensive, I feel too poor to even touch them.

It felt like every card had a small hand that tugged his to choose it. It felt suffocating.

Jisung.

The ghost of a voice whispered on his shoulder. Jisung flinched, looking around.

This is your destiny, Jisung.

The black haired male inhaled sharply, looking at every card on the table. They looked identical but different. One drew his attention.

It was at the end of the table, empty around it. His hand grazed over it and a warm touch caressed his fingers.

He frowned. He felt comfort from that card, it was different— special.

Take it. It was made for you.

"How do you know?" he whispered to no one. A faint chuckle was heard and then the warm touch interlocked its fingers with the male.

You will find the greatest answers but terrifying truths. Act wisely, magician.

Then a power from nowhere, like a magnet, forced Jisung's hand to touch the card. A shiver ran down his spine and he took the card and gold letters started engraving on the black.

"The white magician?" He read out loud. What is that supposed to mean?

Jisung turned around the card and frowned deeper.

It looked like a tarot card. A weird but beautiful gold drawing of the shape of a human wearing a cape, the hood hiding its skull, just its side profile showing. Empty eyes from where little flowers and leaves grew. On a bony finger was a little fairy. The skeleton leaning on it and the beautiful, gold wings flapping softly.

The details in the card were moving, the stars shining faintly in the background.

Jisung's eyes widened when the fairy waved at him.

Where I am and what the fuck it's going on?

Even though all of this confused him more, he felt like he was meant to be there, his gut told him that. And he knew, he wasn't alone.

When he woke up on the cold floor and looked around the room, weird Paisley art painted the
walls in purple, green and gold, until he found the pinch black table. It wasn't full.

Many cards were missing. That's why the card he pulled was 'alone' in that corner.

A door opened in the end of the hall and, again, that weird power forced him to go forward. He entered the room with hesitant steps.

When he stepped in the room, seven pairs of eyes looked at him, making Jisung feel intimidated.

A cold glare caught his attention. Goosebumps trailed on his skin and his eyes met a darker pair.

He could feel the depths of the darkness surrounding that breathtaking male.

And the feeling in his gut told him stay the fuck away from him. But something pulled him forward. Curiosity perhaps.

He wanted to know, learn about that darkness and then drown in it.

"Now that we are all here please take a seat"

"What it's going on?" "I have no fucking idea, princess"

~

Hello my dears

I finally updates after a eternity...

The airpods I have bought arrived today and it was so comfortable writing this chapter without being interrupted by a goddamn cable.

It's so frustrating that I don't know how to start this story and the chapters are so shofrt, but I can't do it another way.

It will be better and more interesting in the future.

Stay safe!

xoxo

~Saturn