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"Lix who is it?" Hyunjin randomly as the beautiful boy beside him on the bed. He hadn't asked that question from his wife even though he sort of knew Minho was already told about the serial killer.
"S-Sleep." Felix hid face in Hyunjin's neck, he could never tell him who it was. How can he tell his husband that his best friend was the one who killed Seungmin and tried to kill him aswell?
"Baby please." Hyunjin pleaded but Felix refused to tell him anything. He just couldn't bring himself to do so, but he thought. The older deserved to know, he did.
Minho watched the morning sunshine creep over Jisung's flawless face, his round chubby cheeks, his squrriel like teeth peeking through his slightly open small mouth. Small arms held him tightly as he slept peacefully beside him. The older rubbed his face once he detached himself from the younger boy to do his daily routine.
"How do I even find answers? I can't just ask him if he's the serial killer right?" Minho groaned punching the wall next to the mirror. It bruised his knuckles but the pain no longer hurt after he'd seen the gruesome deaths of his brother, friends and other people for the last few years he became leader.
"Baby?" Jisung waddled inside the bathroom in one of the olders t shirts, his legs in all its glory. Back hugging Minho he kissed him on his nape, a habit the boy had since they started dating back in 2014.
"Hey Princess." Minho whispered patting Jisung's cheek. The brunette blushed at the pet name as he playfully slapped the older.
"Well my prince you're Princess wants breakfast." Now Jisung seemed un-bothered or more like he didn't even know that Chan was dead. It scared the ravenettte, can he be who they made him look to be?
"At your service Princess." He kissed a chubby cheek.
That afternoon as his wife sat down to make those flower bouquets for a wedding, his fingers trembled as he forced himself to concentrate on what he was doing. Minho's head throbbed he wasn't going to believe anything until he had proof.
"Princess? I'll be gone for a while. Hmm? When do you have the wedding?" Minho did the dishes, Jisung looked up like an Quokka.
"Oh umm........It's at 8 I'll have to go there around 5. It's okay if you cannot make it, I'll take a cab." He gave Minho his famous gummy smile melting him instantly.
"Honey. I'm off work so I'll pick you up and help you." He came closer to his wife as he lifted his wrist and kissed the inner pad of his palm. The brunette blushed and nodded shyly.
"Oh baby can you do me a favour and grab a bunch of yellow roses from my shop for me? Please? My body hurts alot." He could never refused Jisung, he had always been a prisoner of his heart, he glady accepted though. Nodding he gave the Quokka a sweet kiss on the lips and left for the day.
Minho thought nothing about going to his wife's shop, he's been there multiple times already. He was the one who built it for him, brick by brick he made it with love for love. Pushing through the glass doors he went behind to Jisung's personal garden where he grew his own roses and sunflowers oh you name the flower he had it.
"Yellow roses? Ah there it is!" Minho pointed at the set of neatly planted rose bushes at a fair end. Since he had forgotten to get a garden scissor he went back inside to get one.
Usually his little squirrel usually kept his gardening tools in a small room behind the kitchen, he's been their twice or thrice not much because he was a busy man. A cop actually. Switching on the lights he grabbed the green handled garden scissor and was about to leave the room when something caught his eye. A trail of dried blood, his heart froze at the sight, his small yet detailed feline eyes tracing to where the blood trail led to. He followed it praying to any God he knew, hoping it won't turn out to be a horrific revelation.
Unfortunately it did..........
The blood led to a wooden plank inside the old wardrobe where muddy aprons hung, boots were stacked and everything gardening related. When Minho moved the plank on the back of the wardrobe it opened to another place, alas it was a beautiful sight like Narnia would have been but it was the most sickening sight he had ever seen in life.
At the farthest corner of the dim lit room stood three bloody axes, a black hoodie and jeans were thrown on a chair with thick muddy gothic boots sat underneath it. A series of messy papers lied everywhere, him recognising some files of his own. The ones Changbin had got for him. Polaroids hung on a noticeboard, pinned with bloody fingers. One of it being himself and Jisung, their marriage picture. On the table was a paper, turned onto the left, as if he had been writing so.
"The axe was most probably thrown by a left hander."
Nayeon and Hyunjin's words nipped at his mind, his eyes filled with tears, except they felt like glaciers. Heavy and sandy it hurt. For on the paper a list had been written, of all the people who he had killed. Some were ticked, as if they had been stalked wisely before their kill, some remained un ticked. The last of them all being Minho.
Lee Minho
The last name made Minho have his heart tear apart, the silent scream if agony frosted around his chest. As memories started streaming through his mind. He held his head as he stumbled for balance.
"Hannie? Where we going?" 10 year old Minho giggled at the chubby plump cute 8 year old jisung running into the woods, dragging him along with him.
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