The Party That Killed || Hyunlix

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Minho pov.
I was sitting with Changbin at the police station, going through documents and analyzing recent cases.

“What if that Jisung of yours turns out to be responsible for all these murders?” Changbin asked, leaning on the table.

“Him?” I replied incredulously. “He’s the most defenseless and nicest person I know!”

“But you know how it is in those movies, even the least suspicious person ends up being the murderer,” Changbin remarked with a grin.

“Come on,” I retorted, but deep down, I felt uneasy.

At that moment, the phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw it was Felix. I had recently given them my number so they could contact us directly in case of any situation. I answered the call.

“Hello? Felix, is something...?” I started, but I heard another voice.

“This is Seungmin. Felix asked me to call because he’s dealing with Jisung right now.”

“Oh, is something wrong?” I asked, feeling my stomach drop.

“It’s just that... well, this might be silly and irresponsible, but we skipped class,” Seungmin admitted, and I couldn’t believe they were explaining themselves.

“Dude, you didn’t have to tell him that,” I heard Jeongin interrupt.

I chuckled, but Seungmin continued:

“No! I mean, I’m sorry. The thing is, sir, that…”

“Wait, no. Call me by my name,” I interrupted, feeling that now was not the time for formality.

“But that’s a bit rude,” Seungmin stated, which only intensified my irritation.

“This isn’t the time for that, Seungmin! If he says to call you by your name, then do it! Just tell me what’s going on, or I will!” Jeongin added.

“Alright! We found something…” Seungmin finally managed to say.

Suddenly, I felt chills running down my spine.

“Damn it, Jisung! Couldn't you wait?!” I heard Felix in the background.

“Is everything okay with Jisung? What’s going on? Tell me!” I asked, anxious.

“Well, we found a body!” Seungmin said, and my heart stopped for a moment.

“What? Where are you? We’re on our way! Don’t move, okay?” I shouted, feeling adrenaline start to rush through my veins.

They hung up, and I looked at Changbin, who was staring at me in disbelief.

“Get ready, we’re going!” I ordered.

“Where to?” Changbin asked.

“To the park,” I replied, trying to regain my composure.

“Going for a stroll or what?” Changbin joked, but I wasn’t in the mood to laugh.

“We have another body! Move it or you’ll be left behind. God, Jisung must be terrified!” I added, and in my mind, I pictured a frightened Jisung.

“Jesus, you and that Jisung... What about the others? Fine, let’s go!” Changbin said, and I knew nothing would be the same.

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Felix pov.
We’re sitting in the park, and Jisung is vomiting again, staring at the body lying there like a macabre decoration. I hear him scream:

“I feel worse than I did this morning!”

“Stop looking at it!” I reply, trying to suppress my own gag reflex.

Seungmin runs up to me with a phone in his hand and says:

“Felix, take this! I called Minho to come!”

“Minho is coming?” Jisung asks without taking his eyes off the body.

“Jisung! Can you not?” I shout.

“What?” Jisung furrows his brow as if he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

Seungmin bursts into laughter.

“Yes, your boyfriend is coming!”

Jisung lets out a sigh of relief and lies down on the grass.

“Jisung, come on! Why are you lying down, you idiot? You just threw up here!”

“God!” he screams, getting up but then collapsing back to the ground. “Don’t do it right here!”

“Seriously?” I look at him in shock. “Jisung, you are hopeless!”

I still feel a slight queasiness in my stomach, but at least we’re together. I wonder what Minho will say about all this.

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Minho pov.
I jumped out of the car, not caring about anything else except what might have happened. On the way, I tried to calm the rising panic within me, but the sight of Jisung lying on the ground was disturbing enough. “What the hell?” I thought as I ran towards him.

Changbin struggled to keep up with me, but his eagerness to record the events was evident. “Minho, give me a second, I need to write down what happened!” he shouted as I reached Jisung.

“Jisung! What’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked, kneeling beside him.

Felix, watching the whole situation, couldn’t help but make a joke. “He’s fine, your boyfriend is just lying in his own vomit,” he said with an ironic smile.

Jisung, trying to get up, groaned in response:

“Felix! Shut up! This is a policeman, remember? Besides, I already said I threw up a bit farther!”

I frowned, feeling my earlier adrenaline mix with frustration. “I told you not to move! How can you be lying on the ground when we’re dealing with a body?”

Changbin interrupted, looking at Jisung seriously. “So it’s true that Jisung was the first to notice what happened?” he asked, jotting down his notes.

“Yes, I… I saw him first…” Jisung mumbled, trying to collect himself.

I stepped closer to the guy. “How long have you been lying here, for heaven’s sake? What’s wrong with you? You need to get up!”

Jisung finally sat up, but he looked shaken. “I feel terrible. That sight… I can’t pull myself together…” he said, resting his head on his hands.

“Listen, you need to focus. Remember what you saw,” I said, feeling the urge to calm him down. “Help is on the way.”

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Felix pov.
“He’s fine!” I interjected. “He just got grossed out by that body, like the rest of us!”

Jisung, lying on the ground, suddenly started to twist around. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with fear.

“I feel worse; I’m going to faint!” he shouted, covering his face with his hands.

I looked at him in disbelief.

“Jisung, stop! Are you really doing what I think you are?” I said, unable to believe my friend was panicking like this.

Jisung tried to get up but looked like he was about to faint. He attempted to take a deep breath, but it seemed to only make things worse.

“Dude, you can’t just faint like this!” I yelled, still trying to stay relatively calm.

Minho, seeing the whole situation, rolled his eyes while Changbin continued to take notes with a sketch of the body.

“Jisung, move!” Minho snapped, holding back laughter. “This isn’t the time for dramatics!”

Jisung looked like he was about to faint any second, and I wondered how we would get out of this mess.

“No, no! Just don’t faint, please!” I started to get into character, and Jisung groaned again.

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Movie suggestion: Edward Scissorhands (1990)