The Party That Killed || Hyunlix

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3rd person pov.
The living room was silent, as if time had come to a standstill. Each of the boys felt the weight of the moment, their breaths shallow and uncertain. After Seungmin finished reading the letter, no one spoke. The piece of paper in his hands was the key to a mystery they had wrestled with for so long.

Hyunjin watched Seungmin, who still clutched the letter tightly. His eyes were heavy with thought, his brow furrowed in concentration. He wanted to say something, to offer comfort, but the words wouldn’t come. None of them were prepared for the implications of what they had just uncovered.

“What now?” Jisung finally broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he knew that every word carried more weight than ever before.

Seungmin slowly raised his gaze, tearing it away from the letter in his trembling hands. His expression was unreadable, emotions locked behind a wall of confusion and disbelief.

“We need to figure out what it means,” he said at last. His voice was firm, but there was a hint of struggle, as if he was wrestling with himself to maintain control. “This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.”

Hyunjin stepped closer, standing beside Seungmin. Concern mixed with understanding shone in his eyes. He knew Seungmin wasn’t the type to stop—not until every piece of the puzzle fell into place. But the letter they found was just another fragment of a larger, more sinister picture.

“Do you want to read it out loud?” Hyunjin asked gently, glancing at the others.

Seungmin shook his head, unwilling to share its contents just yet. He needed more time to process what it meant.

“I need to talk to my parents,” he said suddenly, as though the realization had only just struck him. “I have to find out what really happened.”

Jisung looked at him with worry etched on his face.
“Seungmin, are you sure that’s a good idea? It might be dangerous.”

“I know,” Seungmin replied, determination hardening his tone. “But I can’t ignore this. If I want answers, I have to do it. I need to know the truth.”

Jeongin, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, taking a deep breath.
“You’re right,” he said slowly. “This is your journey, Seungmin. We’ll support you, but you need to be ready for what you might uncover.”

Seungmin nodded, his heart pounding—not with fear, but with resolve. He knew there was no turning back now.

Hyunjin studied his friend’s face once more, seeing something unexpected in his eyes—a calmness. It was a fragile kind of peace, one tinged with uncertainty but also with an unwavering sense of purpose.

“Alright,” Hyunjin said at last. “But you’re not doing this alone. We’ll go with you, no matter where it takes us.”

Seungmin offered a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, guys. But this is something I have to do on my own.”

The letter trembled in his hands as he looked at it once more. What lay ahead would be the hardest challenge of his life, but he was ready.

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Chan sat at his desk, staring at the blank page in front of him. In moments of quiet like this, his thoughts would wander—to the past, to the future, to the things left unsaid.

The sound of the doorknob turning pulled him from his reverie. The door creaked open, and one of the nurses stood in the doorway, her expression gentle but firm.
“You have a visitor,” she said simply, not stepping inside.

Chan raised an eyebrow in surprise. It wasn’t often he had visitors. He decided not to ask who it was; he knew it wouldn’t change anything. Rising from his chair, he straightened his back and followed her out of the room.