hellraiser || minsung

I.

𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖱 1:

"Heirloom of the Deep."

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[PRESENT DAY, SOUTH KOREA]

there he stood in the middle of the room, yet again forgetting why he was there in the first place.

han jisung surveyed his empty condo with a blank gaze, unpacked boxes scattered all over the living room.

he really should've done his todo list earlier.

"oh, right, shit." the boy slung off his backpack and fished out his ADHD medicine case.

popping in the pill, the boy realized too late that he didn't have his water bottle. jisung was forced to swallow it whole, bitterness soon following.

oh, why.

WHY was his head so on backward's today?

it was already 8:45. moreover, he was a morning person.

so what gives?

a familiar, electronic tune catches the young man's attention. his phone's vibrations buzzed against his pocket's material.

the words "Mother♡" flashed on his screen.

with a tired sigh, he reluctantly answers.

"hello, mama."

"hi there, kiddo! i have good news and bad news. which one do you wanna hear first?" she queries through the phone static.

han's eyebrow rose in skepticism.

"uh, bad...news?"

"well," his mom starts. "you left a lot of your stuff here with us, what are we supposed to do with all this, hm?"

jisung cringed at her nagging.

"mama, i know i have the memory of a goldfish but there's no way i forgot a LOT, i even have a list of my things here and they're all checked out and-"

"uh-uh!," his mother cut him off.

"no need to get so defensive, little one. that brings me to my point." she paused for a millisecond.

"you didn't forget anything, but i just discovered all the things you used to own when you were younger!"

"you mean...my legos?" han furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"not just that! but the things you are supposed to inherit as a part of the family."

"hmmm," he hums clearly intrigued.

exquisite jewelry automatically flash in his mind, although he doubts that's what he's getting.

"so, just drop by if you can today, alright?"

"yes. there are a few things i have to do first."

the mother hums in response.

"well, alright. talk to you later, son! byeeee!"

han hums before dropping the call.

the boy sat down on the floor, wondering the sofa set's arriving.

he rummaged through his backpack once more, this time producing a notepad and a pencil.