"𝐸𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟,
𝑤𝑒'𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟,
𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟,
ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟"
❛ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈
❛ 𝒕𝒘𝒔: 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂
𝒈𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅; 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈
❛ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 2004
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A boy with fluffy brown hair hums mindlessly but softly as he walks. The gray, cracked asphalt is covered with dried leaves and the boy gets inexplicably happy as the leaves crunch under his feet as he steps on them. And more leaves are flying around in a soft autumn breeze which messes with the boy's hair and throws the strands in his face annoyingly. He huffs as he combs the hair away from his eyes.
He hasn't walked for long and soon, the familiar looking house comes to his view. He gets even more excited and has to remind himself to take a few deep breaths of the cool air.
He hasn't seen his hyung- best friend, in a whole week. Moreover haven't they been in contact either. Jisung has tried to text his friend and ask if he's okay since the older hasn't been in school all week. Therefore, Jisung has every right to be a bit worried. And a bit is downplaying.
Jisung has sent the older notes, assignments, homework, anything, and even without being asked in the first place. Jisung's just that good and reliable of a friend! All he has gotten back as a reply was a simple thanks but Jisung doesn't need anything more.
He has made a conclusion that perhaps his friend is just sick, been bedridden and simply too tired to text back or pick up any calls. That's fine. He hasn't seen the older in the dance studio either and neither have their friends. That's fine too, maybe Minho's just been staying at home. Logical, if he's perhaps gotten some sort of a stomach bug and has been feeling unwell.
Jisung messaged his friend about ten minutes ago informing him that he'll be coming by and bringing some snacks with him too. He craves some cuddles and he feels the urgent need to make sure Minho knows for sure that he's been missed dearly.
He makes his way to the two stored wooden house and steps into the front yard. There's no cars so Minho's parents must be at work, Jisung guesses. Well, at least they'll be having some privacy for now.
He makes his way to the front foor and rings the bell.
He waits, waits, waits.
No answer.
He rings the bell again. Perhaps, his friend's sleeping. Jisung checks his phone and sees that the older hasn't even opened the last sent message. Jisung frowns subconsciously. He knocks then and as the house seems like to be abandoned, he tries the doorknob.
To his luck, the door's open.
With a little guilty feeling in his gut, he shuffles his way inside. The air inside the house is stuffy and dust is floating in the air. It's like the house's been abandoned for real and no one's been in here for years. Jisung shuffles further. He shrugs his coat and takes his beanie off and throws them onto the arm of the couch. He sets his backpack down next to them.
"Hello? Minho-hyung?" the boy calls. He gets goosebumps suddenly, a chilly and uncomfortable feeling passing through his veins. His heart pounds.
It's too quiet.
