✎ letter fifteen

                                    

                                          
Later that night Chan walked into his brother's room. The two boys were laying close together under the blanket, Jisung's head on Minho's shoulder. Chan smiled and stroke his brother's hair. He found the two boys so cute.
                          
He left the room with a smile on his lips, closing the door to Minho's room. He walked downstairs and just as he was about to walk into the kitchen he noticed something on the doormat.
                          
Chan walked to the hall and picked up the paper. It was folded twice. There was no label telling who it was to so he opened it.


                          
Dear Minho,
                          
why are you doing this to me? I can see you're sleeping with Jisung. What about us?
                          
It makes me so sad. I want you in my arms. I can't wait anymore, I have to do something so you can be mine.
                          
I'll probably have to kill some more people. Jisung and Changbin is on the list, but I'll start with Felix.
                          
I'll kill everyone you know if I have to.
                          
Don't underestimate me Minho,
                          
I can make your worst nightmare come true...
                          
sincerely your secret admirer~


                          
The letter fell out of Chan's hand. What the fuck was this? Who was sending these? He ran upstairs and opened the door to Minho's room. Both boys were still in bed, sleeping. Chan took two steps towards the window and dragged down the curtain.
                          
No one was killing Minho's friends. He had to do something.
                          
Chan ran down again. He locked all doors and windows in the house, dragging down every curtain. 
                          
He sat down in the couch with a sharp knife and dialed 911. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage and the adrenaline pumped through his veins.
                          
"This is 911, what's your emergency?"
                          
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The next day Minho woke up at 11am. Jisung was still sleeping peacefully beside him. His hair was spread out on the pillow under him like a halo. A innocent little angle, that was what he was.
                          
Minho smiled and released himself from Jisung's arms, going out of bed. He tiptoed out of the room, walking down the stairs.
                          
Chan was sitting in the couch in the living room. Minho wondered if he had slept or not, his brother sometimes stayed up a whole night because he couldn't fall asleep.
                          
"Good morning Chan. Couldn't sleep last night?" Minho asked, sitting down beside his brother.
                          
Minho jumped up from the couch when he saw that his brother was holding a knife. Chan's eyes were blank and he looked so tired. He looked at Minho and patted at the space beside him. Minho sat down again, his eyes on the knife Chan was holding.
                          
"Now Minho, please tell me about those letters..." Chan said, dragging his little brother closer.
                          
Minho stiffened. How did Chan know? 
                          
"I don't know who sends them. But Jisung does." Minho said.
                          
Chan nodded and petted Minho's hair. He didn't know what to do to make his brother feel safer. How many people had already died?
                          
"How many have died already?" Chan asked and laid down the knife so he could hug Minho.
                          
"I don't know, four or three." Minho sniffled and hugged Chan tighter.
                          
"Okay. I called the police yesterday and they're coming today at 5pm to ask some questions." Chan said.
                          
Minho nodded and dried the tears that had fallen down his cheeks.
                          
"Should we wake your boyfriend and ask him some questions?" Chan asked and Minho stiffened.
                          
"Okay."
                          
The brothers stood up from the couch and walked upstairs. They entered Minho's room. Jisung was still sleeping cute snores leaving him.
                          
"Go on, wake him up." Chan whispered, pushing Minho towards the bed.
                          
Minho swallowed and walked towards his bed. Suddenly his hands were shaking like crazy. Jisung turned in his sleep, mumbling something that sounded like Minho.


                          
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—a/n—
                          
i hope you're feeling okay
bye
-E