IN SEARCH OF BLISS [YUNGI]

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10:26 a.m

Seoul

"We now move on to our next news, which holds serious importance and has been the current talk of the town. Song Mingi, a 17 year old male student from Seoul High School has gone missing since Thursday. He was last seen in his school uniform, with his school bag, on the evening of Thursday 12th within his school premises, before his whereabouts going unsuspectedly unknown. Since then, there has been no traces of him and it has already been a week. Seoul police and investigatory officers are trying their best to conduct a thorough search in order to find the culprit and the teenager."

"He never returned home that day after his school ended, when usually, he's home by five," a woman on the screen revealed, her voice cracking and loosing it's composure. She covered her face with her hands, hiding the evident palour of grief and loss etched upon her features, a stream of uncontrollable tears rolling down her eyes. A man stood by her, presumably her husband, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, his face too showing prominent signs of extreme sadness, grieve stricken and grim.

The woman cried harder and with a swift look at the plethora of mics and cameras in front of her through her tear brimmed eyes, she continued, "We hope for his safe return as soon as possible. I beg to the police force to look for him and bring him back. He's my only son and my sole reason of existence. Please- I beg you all- please bring me back my son." The desperation in her urges and the woeful cry in her constricted voice softened everyone's hearts, some feeling bad for her and some constantly praying in their minds for the missing boy to return home soon, safely and sound.

What a merry chaos!

"Bullshit," he uttered, cursing lowly, as he extracted the remote from his right and immediately switched off the television, "Such practised actors, I see."

The speaker stared at the black screen for a moment, mind blank and unable to create a specific thought. Everything within him was in complete shambles, in sixes and sevens, and to make them go through a rearrangement, it would take time, a lot of time. The boy whipped his head to his left, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips, as he extracted his right hand and stuck his index finger out, pointing at the space in front of him.

"Hyung saved me."

The person this boy was pointing at was another male, seated right against the wall, with his back pressed upon the surface and legs folded. His hairs were soft brown and he wore a black cloth mask upon his face, revealing only his eyes. His attires consisted of a simple tee and trousers and presently, his gaze was fixated at the speaker in front of him, unwavering and unfazed.

"Hyung saved me," the boy sitting in front of the television repeated, smiling brightly, "He did not kidnap me. He saved me."

The morning sun had now gone through an unnoticed transformation, the rays stronger and warmer, peeping through the gaps of the thick curtains covering the windows. The room was pleasantly illuminated through the translucent coverages, not too much and neither too less. The hustle and bustle of the city outdoors wasn't too disturbing, and neither did they care about it. To them, seclusion was a sweet escape and they learnt to enjoy it's presence the most.

"Hyung?" The boy who spoke in the beginning called, looking at the other with the mask. The masked boy was immediately alert and from the eager gleam in his eyes, the speaker instantly received a positive signal of his undivided attention.