tw: kiss without consent; murder

sotc: fear by seventeen

PRESENT; SONG RESIDENCE; SAT. DEC. 09:55 PM - 10:54 PM

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YUNHO, WHERE ARE YOU? SAN THINKS, WORRIED FOR HIMSELF AND HIS FRIEND. Slathered between two sweaty bodies that join several others to form an energized circle, San can't help but look around the area once more, itching to spot the familiar brown locks belonging to his best friend.

He recollects Yunho's words about how he needs a couple more drinks, but yet over thirty minutes have passed and still there isn't any sign of him.

Hongjoong and Wooyoung chat with him as well as some other students from time to time, but their presence isn't even enough to calm him down. The music's so loud he can't even hear his heartbeat, and his head's starting to ache.

San wants to leave, wants to get up and find Yunho so they can get out of this place, but before he can do such thing, Wooyoung gets a hold of the Truth or Dare bottle and spins it. People around them hoot and cheer, their screams seeming all the jarring the second the bottle stops on San.

San's pulse races, unaware of how he should act now, but Wooyoung's smirk broadens. The blond's eyes are on him, as well as most of the students in the circle — well, those who aren't already drunk, anyway — and San hates it. He hates all of this attention. Wants to hide and bury himself under his bedsheets, secure within the confines of his room.

"You should totally choose Dare," Hongjoong starts beside his boyfriend, "it's fun."

"Yeah," Wooyoung mirrors, his gaze never leaving San's while Hongjoong shortly converses with some redhaired guy San's never really talked to before despite the former's popularity. "Choose Dare. Else you're a pussy."

Hongjoong gasps, but he's laughing. "Wooyoung! Be nice."

"What?" Wooyoung just giggles, and San gets even more uncomfortable when he realizes both males have now supposedly downed a lot more drinks while being here.

"So. . .what do you choose Sannie?" Wooyoung asks while Hongjoong sips something from a red shot cup.

Only Yunho can call me that, San thinks but decides not to say. He shakes his head, and stands up to his feet, his knees wobbly.

"I — I don't — "

For the first time tonight, Hongjoong's smile drops, and in its place is a frown that somehow. . .looks more characteristic of him. San takes a step back, the other students watching him with confused faces.

"Truth or Dare San," Wooyoung presses, his formerly sweet voice firmer than ever before. "Don't make us choose for you." He laughs, but the sound is shallow. "Come on, just abide by the rules dude."

The red haired male next to them, SONG MINGI — the guy who held this party in the first place — swallows a drink and stares San down with inscrutable eyes and a smirk that doesn't fail to heighten San's discomfort.

"Truth or Dare! Truth or Dare!" Other juniors chant like mindless robots, their drunken words contorting into white noise inside San's ears. He wants to block his ears so he won't have to listen to anything else, cover his eyes so he won't have to look at Wooyoung's smug smile.

"D-Dare," he eventually breathes, not wanting to choose truth and have them ask him anything personal, especially not about what happened last year.

"I dare you to. . .makeout with Song Mingi," Wooyoung laughs, his face tinged with bright pink. San's blood runs cold.

"Come on," Mingi nudges the shorter guy rather roughly, but Wooyoung just laughs so hard he starts to hiccup. "That's so dumb."

But Mingi's now standing up, inching his way over to San through the throng of loudly chatting students.

Up close he's even taller, and San subconsciously takes a step back, disliking how close Mingi was to him moments prior.

"Don't mind them — they're dumbasses," Mingi jokes, gesturing to Hongjoong and Wooyoung who are now kissing, but yet still San just can't seem to feel okay around him. He really needs to find Yunho. "We should talk somewhere else."

And without asking, Mingi's palm grasps San's, pulling him closer and closer into the interior of his house. "Hey," he glances at the grey haired teen, "Hongjoong told me you paint pretty rad stuff. You should show me some of it sometime."

With that, Mingi winks at him, confidence oozing out of this very action, and San can't find it within himself to reply. His eyes dart everywhere once Mingi's not looking, desperately hoping that Yunho's around. But he can't see the taller anywhere.

Mingi takes him to the grand kitchen and offers him some food (which San declines at first but finally takes due to the taller's persuasion), and then they're in the balcony, Mingi asking him a couple questions about himself while giving him more drinks to loosen up.

"So. . .Tell me, San," Mingi begins after San has had his third drink. "Have you ever kissed someone before?"

San doesn't really feel like replying. He exhales and stares down the balcony at the numerous heads below — oblivious and unaware heads that have no idea what is happening above. He settles his drink down somewhere and slightly shakes his head.

The night sky looks darker than ever, for the shadows around him seem to have grown in length. He looks up and a gasp gets caught in his throat when he notices the now shortened distance between him and Mingi.

"You have kissed someone before. . .right?" Mingi's palm cradles San's right cheek, and cold chills tumble down his spine. There's this helplessness he feels, one he's unwillingly grown accustomed to ever since what had happened last year, and with Mingi's hold on him like this, he feels like he is going to suffocate.

Mingi's alcohol tinged breath is fanning San's face when the latter places his hand on his chest to push him away.

"Mingi, no — don't — "

"Don't what?" Mingi chuckles, his lips grazing the skin of his jaw. San's heart is about to leap out of his chest.

He yelps when Mingi forcefully kisses him, his lips tasting of vodka and that's when San can see it — can remember the many looks Hongjoong and Wooyoung had shared with Mingi inside that circle. His heart drops.

They'd planned this.

Mingi's palms press so hard on his arms he can't move at all, his screams growing more and more muffled by the taller's firm kisses. He tries to push him away but he can't, as Mingi's noticeably stronger than he is.

And then something sharp — like the sound of bones crushing — slices through the air, and for a second San stays still, unable to act.

His breath hitches, eyes as wide as a globe when something dark and wet runs down his cheekbone. A scream bubbles beneath his throat when he stares in front of him and sees how Mingi's face is smothered with shadows and his own blood.

The taller's eyes are empty as he falls sideways, and more blood gushes out of his mouth. San steps back, his bones very much like jelly. He turns and runs, but then something forms at his line of sight and he trips, his chin hitting the ground with a thud.

He clenches his eyes shut, veins throbbing with terror when a wooden object slick with blood trails down the outline of his back.

That is the last thing he feels.

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a/n: thoughts?