You Still Loved Me... || MinSung

4. Dried Fish

Trigger Warning

• Suicide

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' "Biscuits!?" the little boy gasped happily, his eyes shining, feeling all jumpy seeing a packet of biscuits in his Appa's hands.

"For my birthday!?" he asked in pure excitement.

"Yes!" his mother announced happily as they all sat on their bed in the middle of the night just after having dinner in their small yet warm house.

"But you said we didn't have money for it...?" the boy asked, voice slowly getting small with a tiny miny guilt filling his little heart, but still picked up the packet of chocolate cream biscuits in his hands sneakily from the bed.

His father laughed "It's your birthday, Minho" he smiled "And it was not that expensive"

"Really!?" his eyes shined again "Thank you Appa! Thank you Eomma!" he giggled, hugging the packet of biscuits to his chest happily, when he suddenly looked up in confusion when his parents started getting up from the bed.

"Where are you going, Eomma?" he asked and looked at the small clock on the wall above their bed, seeing it at 11 in the night, knowing it was time to sleep.

"Some work" the man replied as they both smiled at him.

"Come on, lay down" the woman smiled at her son and patted his head making him smile happily.

"When will you return?" Minho asked holding his biscuits and looking up at them with big eyes.

"Soon" she replied and bent down, placing a sweet kiss on the boy's head "Try to sleep, hm"

"Before my birthday?" he asked, showing them a toothy happy smile, knowing they will obviously return before the clock ticks 12.

"Hm" they both smiled "Before your birthday"

They both left the house, and Minho laid down on the bed in his spot.

In the middle of the bed, waiting for his Eomma and Appa to come and hug him and sleep. Just like every night.

He held the packet of biscuits to his chest and giggled. He really wanted to eat them, but he decided to wait till his birthday comes. Just one hour. Oh he was so excited.

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"Eomma!?" the boy called as he slowly and nervously stepped out of the house, looking around with a scared heart.

It has been 15 mins above midnight and his parents have still not returned.

"Eomma!?" he called as he slowly walked out looking everywhere. He was scared going out in the middle of the night, in all this darkness, but he was getting way more scared laying quietly on the bed for the past hour with no voice, no sound at all.

He walked in tiny steps, looking to his right when-

"Ow!" he let out when he suddenly bumped into something.

He rubbed his head with his little hand and looked in his front and oh... Oh god... no.

"E-Eomma..."

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THOSE ASSHOLES HUNG THEMSELVES!?" a man shouted on top of his lungs "THEY OWE ME MONEY! THAT ASSHOLE TOOK MONEY FROM ME YESTERDAY SAYING HIS SON'S BIRTHDAY WAS COMING! MOTHERFUCKER!"