𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 ❁ 𝗻𝗰𝘁

PORTRAITS - PHASE 1.0

[ JAEMIN ]

I rolled my eyes when he didn't even bother to move while im trying my very best to drag him with me.

I looked over my back to see if I can still catch up with the others. They turned left and now I can't see them.

"ugh! I swear if we get lost it's your fault!" I stomped my feet while pouting.

"it's his" Our eyes met when he turned his head towards my direction before smiling and gazing back on the damn portrait.

Does he mean it's renjun's fault?

I folded my arms together while examining the picture. Words can't explain the beauty of this boy. I'm just disappointed that he's dead.

I waved my hands on jeno's face, pinched his cheeks, cling on him just to get his attention but nothing even works. Good thing was, something I mean, someone caught my attention.

This hall has the portraits of the unfortunate previous owners who died at their young age. How miserable it would be if i'm on their fate.

An image of a young man who's name was Kim Doyoung hanged between the portrait of a guy named chittaphon leechaiyapornkul and the kid jisung pwark caught my precious attention.

I saw it blinked that scared the shit out of me.

"I am brave" I told myself, gulping.

I walked closer towards it with my face almost touching the canvas.

it's just a painting.

im just hallucinating.

"heh" I scoffed at myself for thinking such dumb things.

I moved backwards and turned my head to Jeno but to my surprise, he's not there anymore.

I looked around, panicking.

where did he go?

did he left me?

"ya, jeno I swear-" before I could step and finish my words, I felt someone grabbed my arm, spinning me back to Doyoung's painting again.

My eyes widened in shock while trying to yank his hands away but for some reasons he's way too strong. I tried to scream for help but someone covered my mouth with its cold hand, standing behind me.

it leaned closer until its cold lips touched my ear whispering, "goodnight jaem" I felt something sharp and cold pierced through my back.

I fell on my knees when he let go of me. The last thing I saw was Jeno, smiling ear-to-ear before getting swallowed by the darkness.

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