I'm A Mess (Minsung) Detective x Serial Killer (COMPLETED)

Chapter 27

March 23, 2020
3:00 am

Minho's P.O.V

Tick, tick, tick. The clock's noises echo in the background as I silently glance at it every few seconds to check the time, wondering when Jisung will be home. He's been gone for hours. I've sent him multiple texts but he hasn't answered nor even looked at them. I tap my foot impatiently. "He'll be home soon enough, Minho...have patience." Hyejin speaks up from the couch. I shake my head.

"He's been gone for so long, I'm worried...I can't help but think something happened to him."

"I'm sure he's fine...he can handle himself." Not being so sure about that, I decide to call up Hyunjin first, even though I know he's in Busan.

"Minho hyung? It's three o'clock in the morning, why are you calling me?" He answers groggily.

"Have you seen Jisung?" I reply anxiously.

"No, why? Did something happen? Is he okay?"

"I don't know, Hyunjin...I came home from Ilsan at eight and not long after, he said he had to go somewhere...he's been gone for almost seven hours and hasn't come home yet."

"That's unusual...he's never been out for that long before."

"He's left before?"

"Yeah...it's kind of a regular thing, you wouldn't understand it...I'm sure he'll be back soon though hyung." I sigh at his response.

"I'm just worried about him and I don't know where he is, I've tried his cell and he hasn't answered nor looked at my texts." Hyunjin hums in reply.

"I'm sure he'll be back soon...I'm sorry I couldn't be of any help."

"It's alright, I'll let you get back to sleep." I hang up and stare at the clock again, wishing time would go faster and that Jisung would come home.

After another thirty minutes, the door suddenly opens and I jump off the couch. "Jisung baby where have you- oh my god..." I gape at my boyfriend, who's standing in the doorway trembling with bruises and cuts all over him, his knuckles scraped and covered in blood.

"Baby what happened? Are you okay?" I ask him in the softest way possible. Tears stream down his cheeks as I look at him, examining his bruised and swollen face. "Baby?" I take a step towards him and he staggers back a bit. "Hey hey I'm not going to hurt you...where have you been? What happened?" My questions are met with silence as Jisung quietly sobs in front of me. It shatters my heart to see him so broken like this...it kills me.

At that moment, Jisung wanted to die. He felt so dirty and broken and violated, his entire body writhing in pain and discomfort as he stood there crying. All of the darkness was coming at him at once, within milliseconds, and all he wanted to do was end the suffering right there. But he knew he couldn't. He knew he had to stay alive for Minho, no matter how much it killed him to deal with his own problems.

He stood in front of Minho, silently sobbing and shaking, not knowing what to say to him or how to tell him what happened. So when he finally spoke, he said the only thing that he thought would give him some piece of mind.

"Promise you'll always remember me." He says. I look up at him.

"Don't make me promise that." He looks down, hurt.

"People only ask you to remember them if they're planning to leave." I tell him. A tear falls down my cheek from seeing him so shattered. "If you're planning to leave...please don't ask me to remember it."

"Why not?" His voice breaks.

"Because the pain and the memories will stay trapped in my mind and body...and I love you too much to watch you leave. I've already lost one love, I can't lose you too." Jisung nods but cowers away when I try to caress his cheek. "Sungie what happened to you?" I ask.

A few silent minutes pass by before he slowly pushes past me, walking to his room. "Baby, talk to me please," I follow behind him, extremely worried and scared for him. I'm about to say something more when my face is met with his bedroom door, slammed shut in front of me. I knock lightly.

"Jisung, please," I plead, "baby please tell me what's going on, I want to help." Silence. I knock again. "Jiji...darling please...love, I want to help you...please Jisung, let me in." I beg for him to open the door but he doesn't.

And suddenly he bursts into tears. My heart immediately drops to my stomach as he screams and cries, wailing in the echoes of his room. "Oh baby...." I whisper, tears falling down my cheeks as well from hearing him. He cries for a while longer, his sobs being heard throughout the entire apartment.

"Jisung sweetheart....come to the door please," I plead, hoping he'll listen. He sniffles, light footsteps heading towards the door before they stop and I assume he's standing right on the other side. "Talk to me baby," I say as gently as possible, "please Jisung." He sniffles again and takes shaky breaths, trying to calm himself down. He stays silent for a few minutes and I wait patiently for anyone, just anyone to talk.

"I'm so screwed up," he says suddenly. "I don't deserve you. You should just leave."

"I can't," I whisper, tears shining in my eyes from hearing him so broken.

"You have to," he says forcefully, his voice cracking. "Please just go. Just get out." My heart wrenches with insane amounts of pain and sadness with every breath he takes and word he speaks, this boy that I love so much trying his hardest to talk when he clearly doesn't want to.

"Why?" I ask quietly.

"How am I supposed to love you when I can't even give a damn about myself?" He replies and I blink back more tears, not knowing how to respond.

"Han Jisung, I love you. I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. I love you more than anything in the world, I love you more than the number of stars in the sky and the strands of hair on your head. I love you and will keep loving you for the rest of my life. You show your love for me by doing the littlest of things, and I am so grateful for just having you with me. I love you and accept you as who you are, and you love me for who I am. Isn't that what matters, baby?" I ask and wait for an answer.

Instead I hear him push against the door, as if he's put his back to it and is sliding down to sit on his floor. I slowly follow his movements, sitting on the floor outside of his door so we're back to back with the door in between us. He goes completely silent. No talking, no crying, nothing. Hyejin timidly walks into the hallway and stands in front of me, tears evident on her own cheeks.

"I'm going to leave before sunrise...I'll go back home to Ilsan and leave you two alone, he obviously doesn't want me here." I nod in return.

"What do I do?" I croak out. She sucks in a breath.

"Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on." I nod slowly.

"But I'm always afraid of holding him...afraid that if I grasp too hard, he'll break." I look up at her.

"Oh dear child," she reaches over to caress my hand, "there's a thing that you need to learn about this." I tilt my head expectantly.

"His heart is too tainted by pain and anger and sadness, too many people have picked it up and broken it with their bare hands, only leaving gut wrenching agony in their wake. You say you're afraid of holding him too tightly, afraid he'll break if you do?"

"Yes,"

"Minho, you can't break a heart that's already broken. You can only shatter it further, or go around picking up the pieces to put it back together." I look her in the eyes, holding back more tears.

"So what do I do?" I ask, voice breaking.

"You go around...and you pick up his pieces. Put your Sungie back together again."