Murder at the Masquerade | Minsung

Invitation [1]

As Jisung opens the front door he hopes his mother is already in bed so he can sneak in without having to deal with her. He sighs when he sees his mom sitting in the rocking chair by the door, evidently waiting for him to come home.

She stands up when she sees her son walk in, "Where have you been?"

"Sorry mom, I was at the studio."

"Studio this, studio that. Why couldn't you just get a normal job like Jiuk?"

Jisung hates when his mom mentions his brother. He'll never gets used to the yelling no mater how often it happened, "Jiuk's dead mom! I don't want to be a lawyer like him. I don't care that you want me to be a lawyer, I am going to be a producer."

Jisung's mother watches with a disappointed look Jisung as he goes off to his room.

Jisung's mother, Yunji, had two sons she had loved very much the first one she had was Jiuk who died in a car crash eight years ago, when he was sixteen.

Two years after she had another son named, Jisung.

Jiuk had always been planing to go into law, so when he died Jisung's parents tried to pressure him into going into law. Jisung, however, had his own life all planed out. He'd find some friends and produce music with them. His dad had always supported him but that went down the drain when he died two years ago when Jisung was twenty.

Jisung's father's death took a toll on both Jisung and Yunji's mental health but more for Yunji. She started drinking and doing drugs. She'd hit Jisung and not take care of the house while Jisung was out in the studio at his school for music production.

The house was bought by Jisung's parents before he and his brother were born. For two years no one has taken care of the house. Beer cans and broken glass bottles are scattered across the floor leaving very little room to walk.

Jisung slams his door and flops onto his bed. He needs a drink. He opens his closet to find something to wear instead of the hoodie and sweatpants he's been wearing for the past fourteen hours. He decides on a pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt tucked into them.

He enters the bar and sits down on a stool.

"Hi there!" the server has a bright smile on his face and freckles scattered across his cheeks, "I'm Felix I'll be your sever today. Anything I can get started for you?"

"I'll have a margarita."

Felix gave a thumbs up before turning around to get it.

A tall blond man with a very impressive moustache sat down beside Jisung, "hey I've got something for you."

Jisung looks around awkwardly, "me?"

"Literally who else would I be talking to? Here," he says as he shoves a red envelope into Jisung's hands.

"What is it?" Jisung asks.

"You have hands to open it, no?"

The brunette's face flushes as he looks down at the envelope. There's no words saying who it's from or who it's to. He carefully rips it open and pulls out a plain white card and starts reading.

Dear Han Jisung,

On November 17 there will be a masquerade ball held at xxx-xxx-xxx.

We sincerely hope this letter gets to you in time and you are able to make it.

"It doesn't say who it's from," he looks up at where the man was but there's no one there.

"Here's your margarita," Felix sets down the drink, "what's up? You look in distress."

"Ah thank you. It's nothing, just got a letter inviting me to a masquerade and it's doesn't say who it's from."

"Oooo, let's see!" Felix snatch's it from his hands, "hey that writing kinda looks like- never mind."

Walking home was difficult after the amount of drinks he had. He kept stumbling over his feet and tripping on the cracks in the sidewalk until he felt something... hard? But it was also soft. And warm. Cozy. Jisung thought. Warm and cozy. All of a sudden it was cold and not very cozy at all.

Jisung looked up to see a man with brown curly hair walking away. He could feel his ass on the cold concrete. He pushed himself off the ground and brushed off his butt.

"Rude bitch," Jisung said to himself, "couldn't even bother to help me up."

By the time Jisung got home it was already 1:00 am so his mom would be sleeping by now. He flopped onto his bed and read the invitation a couple more times. Had had wondered what Felix was going to say about the writing but he never got the chance to ask before another costumer had called for him.