Faded cries | minsung

🥀how much i need you🥀

Jisung saw panic flush around them, students screaming and hiding under their desk or trying to get out through the windows. Jisung got up and walked towards the door, nobody could stop him, he wanted to end this.

He got out of the classroom and closed the door, the shouts of the teacher becoming nothing but a background noise to him.

He walked in the hall and suddenly his pulse rapidly changed, he could feel the cold air hit his face.

He saw a boy walk into a classroom, a distinguished weapon in his hand.

It wasn't Minho.

He realized the danger he was in, he stood there in the very middle of the huge hallway that connected all of the classes together. If this guy were to turn even the slightest, Jisung would be dead in only a few seconds.

Before he could even think, a hand grabbed his wrists and before he could scream another hand was placed on his mouth. He got dragged into a confined space, his back pressed against someone. He wanted to scream but relaxed and he felt a hot breath on his back.

"Calm down bunny. Do not make a noise" they were in a closet, ironically.

For every gunshot, Jisung and Minhos body tensed. It wasn't the noise that scared them.

It was the screams.

Of pure horror.

Boys screaming felt like a pair of nails dragging down on a chalk board, it made their skin crawl and their eyes close out of reflex. Girls yelling was like a mirror being smashed to pieces, making their bodies jump.

"I thought it was y-you-" he cried but held a hand over his own mouth to keep his sobs from falling out.

"It's okay...you're alright..."

Another shot was heard.

Minho covered Jisung's ears, trying to reassure the other before himself.

"I'm right here, you're completely safe"

They heard screams and then complete silence, almost numbing their bodies completely.

Only footsteps could be heard, they were coming towards them.

Slowly a shadow crept under the door of the dark closet, both of them holding their breaths in. It felt like an eternity in that moment. Knowing that a killer was on the other side, knowing that they could die any second now of it really fell down to it.

The handle slowly moved and their hearts were beating so fast that it felt like it was beating against the door.

It twisted, back and forth until a loud noise was heard.

"Drop the weapon and get on the ground!" Someone from farther away yelled and Jisung finally gasped for air, a cry coming from him. His knees weakened and he laid back against Minho, his body trembling immensely.

They heard a gun being dropped in front of the door and a bunch of footsteps.

"You are under arrest for first degree murder and possession of weapon with intent of use, anything you say can be used against you in the court of law."

Jisung let his head rest on Minho's shoulder and he mumbled small words.

"Thank you...thank you" he didn't know who he was thanking, if it was Minho, or even god, he just felt grateful.

After a while they creaked opened the door and watched in the corridor the blood trails along the different classrooms. They saw the faces of the students, horrified was the best word.