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

Chapter 32

*Five days later*

June 11, 2020
12:00 pm

Minho's P.O.V

I groan as I open my eyes, looking up at the ceiling to see the lights dimmed a bit as I sit up in a way that won't pull my stitches open. I rub my eyes, my IV tube swinging with my hand movements. My breakfast is sitting on its normal tray on the nightstand next to me, the food bland and boring looking like it has been for the past few days.

Taking a sip of milk, I grab my phone and check the notifications, multiple texts including well wishes from all my friends about the surgery. One notification is from Jisung, telling me to get better soon and that he loves me. I slightly smile and respond back with an 'I love you more', hoping he'll reply with some comment to argue with me but he doesn't...I keep waiting but the answer never comes.

I wait for about thirty minutes before the door to my room opens, Chan walking in looking like he has to bear bad news. I hope that's not what he has to say. "Minho," he nods as he sits next to the bed, "how are you feeling?" I put my phone down and set my hands in my lap.

"Just fine, I guess...the food's pretty tasteless and there's nothing to do in here but other than that I feel fine." He nods and goes silent for a minute.

"Is Jisung okay? Is he worried about me? How's he doing in prison?" I throw questions at Chan, expecting multiple answers but he just looks at me blankly. "What's wrong, hyung?" I can see the alarm and pity in his eyes, though I can't pinpoint why.

"Minho...Jisung's...um...he..."

"What? What is it hyung? What happened to my Sungie?" My eyes widen, concerned that something's wrong.

"Minho, he...."

"He what, Chan?"

"Jisung's dead."

My face falls as my heart almost stops beating.

"W-What? He can't be...no no he can't be....he can't be dead, not my Jisung...he didn't die...you're a liar, this just a joke...he has to be okay, he's waiting for me to let him know I'm okay!" I sputter out as tears start to flow down my cheeks. Chan shakes his head.

"He's gone, Minho....he died at the same time that your heart started beating again..."

"No! You think I'd really believe this sick prank?! Did you and the guys really think this would be funny?!"

"It's not a joke, Minho....Jisung's gone...I watched him die with my own eyes."

"That's not true! It can't be...." I look at him like all hope is lost, my cheeks completely covered in tears as my heart aches for him. "My hanahaki may be gone but for some reason I still love him, please tell me this is just a sick joke hyung...please say you're just messing with me."

"I wish I could, Minho...I wish I could say it was all fake." I look down at my lap and cry, wishing there was some way I could bring him back. Wishing that somehow he would still be in prison waiting for me. "I'm so sorry, Minho..." I hiccup before I reply.

"Where is he?" I look up at Chan with billions of tears pouring out of my eyes.

"It's not like you can go see him, Min-"

"WHERE. IS. HE?!"

"He's in the basement...they're embalming him...preparing his body for burial..." I take the IV out of my arm and jump out of the bed, running out of the room to the basement as fast as I can manage. Chan yells behind me as he runs after me but I can't seem to care as all that's on my mind is Jisung and getting to see him.

Sobbing, I continue running until I reach the basement stairs, sprinting down them to get to the glass window that should adjoin this room to the one Jisung is in. I stop as I notice him laying on the table, his entire body pale and lifeless. He looks so at peace it's almost sickening.

I run up to the window and put my hand on it, more tears streaming down my face. "JISUNG!" I wail as I watch the staff clean his body, him laying there completely and utterly still. I wail and sob for him as I stand there, tears clouding my eyes from seeing him as Chan grabs my shoulder.

I push him away roughly. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I turn back to the window, "JISUNG COME BACK! COME BACK, SUNGIE! COME BACK TO ME!"

"Minho, we should go back to your room..."

"NO, I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM...I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE!" I keep my eyes on Jisung's body as I continue to cry and scream, my body wanting to give up from using so much energy. Collapsing onto my knees on the floor, I lean my head against the glass.

"I love you, Jisung," I sniffle quietly, "I love you more than you'll ever know..." I beg my heart to stop. To cease to beat. To stop the pain. To fall to pieces, and leave me be. I whisper to myself that the pain will go away.

But pain never really goes away does it? It sits there and eats you up until it's had enough of you, then leaves the rest of what's left of you there. Chan scoots closer to me and pulls me in for a hug. "It hurts." I mumble.

"Of course it does," He smiles sadly. "The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost."

"...And when it stops?"

With eyes dark like a cloud before rain, he replies, "If it was love, it won't."

I nod and continue to cry, wanting nothing more than for my Jisung to come back to me. But he doesn't. And all of a sudden I felt really tired. Like the world had drained me for everything that I had. So I sit there. Mourning for the boy I loved.

And then lost.