[chapter 7]

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reveal

verb
make (previously unknown or secret information) known to others

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The feelings of puke slowly surrounded him. He couldn't believe what he just saw. How can this ever be happen? What went wrong?

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(45 minutes before)

"Please leave a-" He hung up before the auto voice finished.

"I'll just wait," he said putting his phone in the side pocket of his jeans.

He took a deep breath, taking in the cool air. They were supposed to be in a date today but Yunho keep not answering his phone. He already standing in front of Yunho's house for 30 minutes. Maybe his phone went out of battery he thought.

He look up at the sunrise. It was so beautiful. The sun reflected off the water, giving the water a pretty pink and orange colour. He put his hand out in front of the sun, letting the past year sink in. Everything was great ever since.

There was no sound. It was quiet and peaceful. There weren't too many people out either, in fact there was no one. But it made the moment much better because he was the only one who could enjoy it.

He smiled from the thought.

Just a moment he started to enjoy the scenery, a man appeared and without any care, kept walking across the road. It was Yunho.

'What is he doing there? Why he's not answering my call and went away? Wait, he doesn't wear his gloves today? Weird.'

He quickly followed Yunho from behind trying to call him by his name but the male doesn't responded. Few minutes following until he realised where he was.

'This is the place San getting caught. Wait! How can Yunho even know this warehouse on the first place? He never told me...'

He when against the wall to discovered a hole on the wall. He took a look inside of it and the next thing he knew, he regret it a lot.
His whole body froze as he saw those familiar figures but something at fault. The expression was cold, sadistic type. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that what was happening was nothing more than a mere figment of his imagination, he knew it was the reality.

Jeong Yunho.

His breath caught in his throat as he tried not to retch at the sight. He wanted to look away, needed to tear his eyes away, but he could not. Lying in a pool of blood in the center of the empty warehouse was his old schoolmate with a knife attached to his stomach.

"What is this, Yunho!"

Yunho took a deep breath, dragging his hand down his face.

"Well, well, well. Who would be here if it is not Song Mingi, right?" Blood started dripping from the tip of his fingers. As Yunho turned, their eyes met, but Mingi broke it off. There was something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, and there came blackness about his eyes.

"Why!? Why are you doing this, Yunho..." His words broke up and all he could say were stuttering sounds. Hot tears streamed down his face, and he squeezed his eyelids shut in the hope his tears would stop.

"Can you stop crying, please? It is so weird to see it. And don't call me Yunho. Yunho went to sleep. Right now is my time."

"Wait- wh- what? What do you mean Yunho went to sleep?"

"Hahahah!! Fool you! I'm Yohan! And Yunho gave me that name. He is so cute, isn't it? There's no one would hate him in this world." The face started to soften a bit when Yunho's name was mentioned just for a mere second before it turned cold.

Yohan chuckled, watching Mingi's face was slightly confused then his eyes moved to the person laid on the floor, no longer moving like a mannequin with a knife on the stomach, just like a river of red liquid traced along the concrete floor. Full of red.

"Well, don't worry about the killing. It is just your old best friend, right? There is nothing wrong with it. It's not like you ever cared about someone after all," Yohan said as the corners of his mouth slightly went up.

Disgusted. That was the correct word to describe Mingi's face now.

"What? Do you dislike blood or me, huh?  Wait... you still don't believe me that I'm not Yunho, do you? Ha! Yunho can't do anything like this. He's clean. Too good for me but absolutely for you too! What do you even think the moment you lay your eyes on Yunho, keeping him like he is a doll, playing with his feelings every fucking day! You think you know everything about him, right stalker? But you're wrong! I'm surprised that you don't even try to actually search what is San's relationship with Yunho. We're siblings. And guess what? Yunho knew that you're the one who bullied San back then. I already existed that time, and I really wished to kill you but Yunho would always stop me. I never knew what's in his mind. Maybe he forgives you but I would never! Out of nowhere , you came, stalked our little brother, make him stuck in the jail for the stuff he didn't do and suddenly wanted to be a hero in front of  Yunho? You shameless bastard!" Yohan's voice trembling in rage and Mingi saw him picking up the knife full of blood from his friend's stomach.

Yohan's knuckles widened as he gripped the handle of the knife.

"You might think I'm crazy but this will never happen if you never approached Yunho in the first place. I love him, he is a good brother to San and a good friend to me. He never complained about my existence. He... accepted me." said Yohan while bragging about his love for Yunho.

The thick silence didn't seemed to break at any moment. Mingi was just staring at Yohan with a full of questionable expressions.

"I- if you tru-truly love Yunho, then why must you kill me? It will make Yunho suffer even more! If you truly love him, you would never kill me."

Yohan licked his lips, a sinister gleam brightened in his toxic eyes. The look of a killer.

"Stupid little princess. Yunho is mine and I'm his. No matter how much he hates me for killing you, he will never abandon me. We are in one body and never separated." A devilish grin split his face.

Step by step, Yohan slowly walked towards him with a knife in his grip, saying
"Remember the day you almost killed my brother? Of course, you do, right?" He snickered.

"Now, let's recreate that scene."

With a state of panic, he ran out of the warehouse. At this great speed, he could barely see a few feets ahead of him. He felt a bead of sweat rolled down and splattered to his chin.
His mind was frantic with thoughts ' I don't want to die'

Gut-wrenching, heart-pumping— after several thrusts forward his legs became tired.
'Is he still following me?' He turned his head and saw Yohan was running at the same pace as him but the face was not the face of a person running, but instead, it was a face of a predator hunting his only prey.

The next he knew, he flew into the air, the blur of a car going by. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. His limp body rose, slamming over the hood and roof of the car. Mingi landed on the ground with a sickening sound.

'It hurts.'

Slowly, Yohan crouched next to him, and Mingi coughed, wincing with the sudden movement. He knew he couldn't walk, his legs were both broken.

"Why don't you get up?" Yohan's voice was gentle this time reminding him of Yunho but the face was not.

In the faintest whisper, he heard Yohan said "lucky bastard" and then walked away leaving him with thousands of questions before the whole world darkened.

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