The Party That Killed || Hyunlix

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Minho pov.
As we got into the police car, my thoughts were still swirling around Jisung. The boy who wouldn’t stop occupying my mind. I first saw him at a party, smiling and chatting with friends. I remember freezing when our eyes met. The moments when Jisung laughed at jokes that seemed funny only to him. Each of those memories made my heart race.

When we arrived at the scene, I got out of the car, feeling the tension rise. The school stood before me, surrounded by a crowd of students living their own lives. I knew it would be difficult, but I couldn’t wait to see Jisung again.

As I walked through the school corridors, I noticed a group of students talking and laughing. Every laugh made me want to be there, standing close to Jisung. I hoped that this time I would finally catch his attention.

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We were sitting in one of the school rooms, and the atmosphere was getting more and more tense. Several students had already met with us, and the conversations brought no concrete information. Every minute that passed felt longer, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Jisung.

“Damn, where is he?” I muttered, leaning back in my chair. We had already talked to a few students, and still, no sign of Jisung.

Changbin sighed next to me, impatient. “I don’t know what he’s thinking. Let’s focus on the other students for now.”

I agreed with him, but another thought lingered in my mind. I just wanted to see him. Jisung had always been eager to interact, and now it felt like he had disappeared. Every glance toward the door heightened my tension.

“What if he doesn’t want to talk to us?” I suggested, but deep down, I felt it couldn’t be true. The thought that he might be avoiding us was unbearable.

At that moment, another student walked into the room. I felt hope drain away as I realized it was someone completely different. A moment passed, and we continued the interrogations. No one brought anything new, and I began to feel frustrated.

“Jisung…” I murmured under my breath, unable to stop thinking about what was happening with him. Every moment without him made me increasingly anxious. I didn’t know why his absence affected me so much, but I felt his presence would be a balm for my thoughts.

I interrupted my thoughts as a teacher entered the room, pointing to the next student who was to approach us. But I still thought about Jisung, how much I wanted to see him and find out what was going on with him.

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We were sitting in a small room, the air heavy with tension when our new witness entered. It was Chan’s friend who had been at the party. From the first moment, I could see he was nervous.

“I already told you, I wasn’t at that party; I have a curator; I don’t leave the house,” he insisted, his voice trembling.

“Don’t bullshit me; I’m not blind,” I replied, glancing at Changbin. “Tell us what you know.”

He lowered his head, as if he didn’t have the strength to argue with us.

“Listen, you won’t go to jail if you help us,” Changbin sighed, his tone becoming more assertive. “You were at the party, right?”

“I wasn’t at any party,” he replied quickly, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Such denial of something so common raises suspicions,” I remarked, looking at Changbin.

“Are you accusing me of murder? That’s absurd! I didn’t kill her! Okay, I admit, I left the house, I went to that party, but I definitely didn’t kill her!” he shouted, and his panic only confirmed my suspicions.