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[blueprint-han]

at eleven night, find me ↠ hjs.

genre: sorta platonic au? ; fluff, just petting Jisung’s head as he falls asleep on your lap 🥺

⇥ warnings: none at all.

wc: 1.3 K 🤡 (sighs why am I like this)

⇥ disclaimer: this fiction does not aim to represent the activities of the real Han Jisung, nor does it represent JYPE in any form. Events are pure fiction. ♡

type: drabble

network tag: @stayverse​​ @districtninewriters​​ @inkidz​​

part of: the url drabble game; requested by @sleepylixie ​ (requests for this are closed now!)

↯ note: okay so fair warning, I wrote this in 2 hours at midnight whilst I was sleep deprived, so if it’s bad that’s why. :(( Hops you like it though, and I’m willing to redo it if you didn’t <33 🥺😔🥀 ⇥ dawn.☀️

The annoying rooster that popped out of your antique clock did it’s usual routine at 11 pm, though it was surprising of you to anticipate the loud shrill of the bell when it did so. You weren’t even sleepy, just on edge with wanting to meet your friend after a long time. 

You’d admittedly missed Han Jisung, your best friend a lot. His presence every evening beside you, his cute pouty eyes and the way he’d fill his cheeks with food, making him look like the sweetest, cutest squirrel. He wouldn’t let anyone touch his cheeks, but he’d make an exception for you, especially because he’d secretly love it when you’d cup his cheeks and swoon over how adorably red he’d turn when he was shy. 

There was no wrong happening that kept the both of you separated this week, just that you were busy with your thesis and he was busy with his music assignments; and overall the week had reduced you to a tired, grubby state. You so desperately wished to just let go, relax and have a fun time — and it was going to happen soon enough, you figured. Han Jisung had every which way of making you laugh, even if he did basically nothing.

How did you meet? It wasn’t a very special entrance, you just found that he sat alone at lunch, decided to approach him, talked to him for two days and viola, best friends. It sounded too good to be true on paper, but something about Jisung just… clicked. You shared mostly the same interests, and even if you didn’t, neither of you were unwilling to try new things. It was one hell of a wild experience to be with Jisung. Or Sungie, as you called him.

The lighting of your room was practically dim — owing to the “cozy” effect you were trying to create. Warm light splayed through the lamp placed on the wooden table — an antique one again, because you were a huge fanatic of antiques. The air smelled oddly of cinnamon and apple pie. Everything was just perfect — now you just needed one person to step through that door.

“Y/N!” 

And almost like it was fate, a heavy weight threw itself on your back, scaring the shit out of your senses as you shrieked loudly. 

“Agh!... Wha- Jisung!”

You slapped his arm, causing him to recoil in shock as he rubbed the area, a pout on his lips. “What?”

“Couldn’t you’ve rung the doorbell?”

“Couldn’t you’ve remembered to lock the door?” Jisung said, walking around the couch to plop down beside you. He’d changed his hair color, gone from a dirty ash blond to a jet black that complimented his skin tone more according to your preference. You’d had no time to keep up with yourself, let alone Jisung, so you figured you’d missed quite a lot of stuff.

His eyes still sparkled the same way, but his eyebags had gotten more prominent, and he seemed dull, like he’d missed out on days of sleep. Which you were sure he did. His hair fell over his eyes, however, masking how tired he truly was, but you could see through the mask very, very clearly. You also took a moment to admire how pretty he was, because admittedly, Han Jisung was drop dead gorgeous.

You succumbed to the temptation of running your fingers through his hair, strands soft on your skin as Jisung yawned at the action, the sound oh-so-pure and delicate. Tucking them behind his ears, you splayed a gentle smile on your lips as you watched Jisung take your hand in his.

“How was your week, love?” Jisung asked, leaning into the backrest of the couch as his eyes were close to fluttering shut, more because of the way you were running a thumb across the back of his hand. 

“It was okay, I guess.” You shrugged, reaching for the glass of water that was on the center table, relief running through you when the cool water rushed through your throat. You didn’t even know you were dehydrated, figuring that you were most likely distracted from Jisung’s arrival. “You look sleepy.” You pointed out as a matter of fact, noticing the way Jisung’s eyes were barely peeking out over his heavy, drooping eyelids.

“Yeah, I had to stay over at the studio a bunch of times so I’m sleep deprived, you could say.” His voice was raspy as sleep threatened to consume him when you reached out, lacing your hand through his hair again. You weren’t quite sleepy yourself, because you tended to be more of the night owl. Jisung looked absolutely ethereal in this lighting, honey caramel skin almost glowing in the faint light, accentuating his features.

It was always a common habit for you to run your hands through his hair and vice versa. You never remembered who picked up the habit, or when you picked it up, but it soon became an addiction to have Jisung’s fingers massaging your scalp slightly. And it was the same for him.

“Hey,” You slid a hand underneath his head, his warm cheek resting against your palm as Jisung opened his eyes only lightly to look up at you. “You’re gonna end up with a sprain if you fall asleep here.”

“But I haven’t talked to you in so long…” He murmured, nuzzling into your touch as he yawned yet again, and your heart fluttered in your chest. In all honesty, you didn’t know if your feelings for Jisung diverged from platonic affection, or if it was just your mind, and honestly, you didn’t really care either.

All you knew was that Jisung was here, you were here, in this moment, together. That was all, and that was enough.

The boy was taken aback for two seconds when you silently pulled him down, letting him rest his head on your lap before he got an idea of what you were implying. Throwing his legs on the couch Jisung snuggled into a warm, comfortable position. One of your hands tangled into his tresses again, while the other one was intertwined with Jisung’s slender, shorter fingers.

“Mmh,” He hummed in content, placing a soft kiss onto your thigh which led you to shiver. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” You immediately replied, not an inch of hesitation in your voice.

“Tell me about your week then, love.” Jisung murmured, and you chuckled. Anyone could see how far drifted into sleep he already was, and honestly, a part of you loved how adorable he got when he was sleepy. Sleepy Jisung was more clingy, more whiny, and made your heart swell so much faster — it was almost unreal. He was just plain adorable.

You were tempted to ask him if he’d even stay up to hear the whole story, but nevertheless, you began reciting your hectic week, filled with all the fun memories, the stressful ones, the sad ones, all of them. At times you raised your voice, which jerked Jisung awake, but he’d just hum in content before falling back asleep, which would in turn only make you coo over how cute he was.

Jisung couldn’t help it either, your hands in his hair and your soft hand engulfing his own was admittedly too much for him to keep his eyes open. It was such a soothing feeling, at this place he felt his heart at peace. Relaxed. He could banish any negativity from his mind just by hearing your voice, now.

When you finished, Jisung was huddled into a ball, having fallen into deep slumber as you continued patting his head. The gentle smile that always found itself when Jisung was like this creeped back up to your lips, your eyes fluttering close as you simply took in the delicateness of the moment. 

It was almost midnight now, and even though you and Jisung had barely talked, you felt as though you’d communicated for years, simply by hearing each other out. Your friendship wasn’t the kind that could be found anywhere — it had to be made, and a part of it was gifted. It was the best gift, really. 

Because when the clock struck eleven night, you knew you could always find him, no matter what.

↯ note: 🕯️ ignore me this is just a small prayer that tumblr doesn’t make me battle the tags yet again 🕯️ may the tumblr gods be in my favor atleast this once ;-; 🕯️ ⇥ dawn.☀️

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beach surprise | fluff | happy birthday chan!

“You know that I’m the one who should be doing these special surprises for you, right?” Chan asks you with a pout while wearing a blindfold. You giggle, grinning despite knowing that he can’t see you.

Focusing on the road ahead and the GPS on your side, you pat Chan’s shoulder in reassurance. “You need a break every once in a while, Channie. You’re too much of a people pleaser these days, just let me do something for you for once! Especially since it’s your birthday today.”

Chan groans stubbornly, not wanting to take your heartwarming words into his hands. He feels around his surroundings for a second before landing his hand right onto your leg, drumming his fingers against it. “But you already do so much for me though! You buy me food, you stay up for me, you help me get ready for work, you—“

You quickly shush him, focusing on parking into the empty lot. However, your eyes drift over to the dark sky with the sun just barely peeking out from the ocean, along with the sand that covered the area.

“You have arrived at your destination: Eurwangni Beach—“

“Don’t listen to the GPS!” You frantically shout over the robotic voice as Chan’s ears perk up. His eyebrows shoot up from the blindfold he’s wearing.

“We’re at the beach?” He asks excitingly, hopping in his seat like a little kid.

“Haha, of course not! You heard nothing,” you say in a high pitched voice. Unbuckling your seatbelt and turning off the engine.

“Hmm... I don’t know, Y/N, I think it said—“

“Just get out of the car already!” You slam your door shut, leaving Chan alone in the car as you opened the trunk. He tries to look around through his blindfold, moving his head left and right, before giving up and attempting to get out of the car.

By the time he’s closed the door, you’ve already gathered the basket filled with food and a picnic blanket in one hand and reach out to take Chan’s hand in the other.

“Watch your step, darling!” You shriek as he’s about to step on a sharp rock. He quickly moves his feet and continues walking forward with you.

“Why can’t I remove the blindfold now?” Chan frowns, shoulders slouching as he stumbles through the wooden path leading up to the beach.

You simply laugh at his impatience, telling him to kick off his shoes as you do so yourself. The feeling of sand tickles your feet as Chan progressively gets more and more excited. He feels your hand drift away from his while his ears pick up the sounds of unzipping and glasses clashing together. “Okay, fine, I’ll take off your blindfold now.”

Chan’s eyes form into hearts at the sight in front of him. The sun looks like it’s touching the ocean as the waves crash against the shore. The sky is completely clear, not a cloud in it, with hues of orange and red splashing through the faded blue. The wind flows through his hair, and he stares in surprise at the small picnic you prepared for him. He sees his favorite breakfast along with glasses of juice. The picnic basket is still slightly full, though, filled with various beach activities.

“It isn’t much, but-” Chan cuts off your sentence with a kiss, catching you off guard.

Gripping your shoulders, he stares at you with adoration. “You really are incredible, you know that right?” He waddles over to the blanket to sit down, immediately grabbing his plate of food.

“Let’s go play frisbee after we eat, Y/N! And then we can swim in the ocean- wait I don’t have my swimming shorts on- that’s okay! And then we can take those sappy couple pictures that I always see-”

You chuckle quietly to yourself at your boyfriend’s antics, staring down at the food you cooked right before driving here.

You definitely picked the one for you.

[hanniiesuckle17]

hi!! i really love your writing and was wondering if there are any skz authors you could recommend who’s requests are open currently? if not, that’s is completely alright!! have a lovely end to your 2020 and may your new year bring you lots of joy and love!!

Hi! Sorry it took so long to answer you!! Unfortunately all the writers I know have their requests closed at the moment🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I'm hoping to open mine after I thin out my requests and drafts so fingers crossed!! If you are looking for good reads though, everyone on the Skzwriternet and Stayrachanet is INCREDIBLE.

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔: Nightfall Comes, Blood Drips Down

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes:

Blood

Gore

A Knife

Attempted Murder

Foul Language

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by nine men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

Visit the masterlist first before proceeding. It has all the info you need to read this series.

Minho gives you a cold stare as you wave goodbye to him and Chan, making your way to the grand staircase and start climbing it. The formal shoes you’re currently wearing aren't suitable for running up the stairs, so you take your time, counting each of your steps.

You find Jeongin curled up into a ball at the center of the staircase, picking at the skin around his fingernails glumly. Sitting down to the left of him, you lean forward.

“Jeongin, are you okay?” You question with a hushed voice, frowning. You’re still able to hear Hyunjin and Jisung’s ruckus despite the two being in a separate room, and you wonder what exactly they’re plotting with each other, if anything.

Jeongin scoffs, “Why would I be? Everybody in this house thinks I’m crazy because I thought of the possibility of everybody being innocent here. It’s ridiculous.” He turns to look at you, eyes lingering before he sighs. “Why aren’t you with Minho and Jisung? I thought you three had something going on…?”

“Minho and Jisung are paired up together, but I’m not involved with them. I lied to them, saying that I was also on their team, but in actuality, I’m not.” You place a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You can trust me, Jeongin, and I don’t think a student like you would be such a violent killer.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I feel like you’re the only person I can trust here,” He chuckles sadly, and you follow him loosely. You quickly shut up however, as you see a familiar face approach the two of you.

“Well well, what do we have here?” Minho asks intrusively, standing only a few steps in front of you. “I was just making my way to Hyunjin and Jisung and I saw this. Is something going on?”

“None of your business, Minho…” Jeongin claims stubbornly, and you nod your head in agreement. Minho simply shrugs, not questioning it any further, before continuing up the stairs, careful to avoid you and Jeongin. You don’t think about defending yourself any further.

Jeongin takes in a shaky breath once Minho’s footsteps can’t be heard anymore, clearly contemplating in his mind what his next move will be. You cross your fingers with the hand that Jeongin can’t see, praying that he’d tell you at least a sliver of his thoughts.

“I want to escape.”

It’s not what you’re expecting, clearly. You have to do a double take at him. His face is hardened, looking at you dead in the eye, and he’s gripping his hands tightly. He’s without a doubt serious.

“We’ve already tried escaping though, Jeongin. Who knows if there’s a way to get out of here?” You bite your tongue, pondering on Jeongin’s words. “Escaping is a nice fantasy, though…”

“Then let’s do it, Y/N! The two of us, escaping this mansion,” Jeongin stands up abruptly, catching you off guard. “Maybe we can even pull in one more person. I bet somebody like Hyunjin, maybe even Seungmin, wants to escape too!”

You stand up quickly too, prepared to argue against your new ally. “But, Jeongin, that’s-”

“Who said it was impossible? Just because we can’t pry open the front door doesn’t mean there’s another way to leave this house!” Jeongin waves his hands around excessively, almost shouting at you. To him, there are no flaws in his plan.

“Jeongin, keep it down! The walls are thin in this house,” You try to shush him, which seems to work as Jeongin pulls you close, the right side of his head almost touching yours as he brushes against your ear.

“But please, Y/N, let’s trust each other. I don’t trust anybody in this house other than you, please…” Jeongin begs you. You can feel the desperation in his voice.

The temptation is huge, but with that offer comes many risks. The biggest one, which would be hardest to stomp over, is Minho and Jisung. How would Minho and Jisung react to your betrayal? That is, if you ever let them find out about it.

You place a hand on both sides of Jeongin’s cheek in an attempt to calm him down. However, from the corner of your eye, you see a silver flash about to come right at Jeongin’s head.

Next thing you know, you push Jeongin out of the way and without a second thought, let your hand touch the sudden silver flash instead.

Blood.

A throwing knife. Your right hand. Jeongin’s terrified face.

Blood.

It’s numb. Everything is numb. Your hand, your brain, every atom in your body is numb. And then,

Pain. So much pain.

You shout in agony as you rotate your hand to see the damage caused. The throwing knife pierced through the palm of your hand before you realized it. Jeongin shrieks along with you, backing away and pausing momentarily, before rushing down the flight of stairs in panic.

“Hey! Can somebody help us?! Y/N just got hurt, the killer’s upstairs!” You remain frozen in your spot, just like how you did while watching everybody scramble to exit the mansion, as you hear the confused voices of Chan and Changbin downstairs. They too rush up the stairs, watching your dark, red blood drip down onto the floor. Somebody grabs your shoulder, Chan, you realize, and brings you back to reality.

“What the fuck happened?” Chan demands, and you’re too stunned to form a proper sentence.

“I- I don’t- Wh-”

“Somebody upstairs threw that!” Jeongin shows the two the knife digging into your skin, entering one way and coming out the other.

Changbin looks at Jeongin with cold, narrowed eyes, determining whether he’s lying or not.

“What-” Jeongin notices Changbin’s expression, and you can see anger take over himself. “Changbin. Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me if I would have the courage to EVEN LAY A FINGER ON Y/N! I’M NOT THE KILLER! LET IT GO!” By the end of Jeongin’s rant, Seungmin and Felix have also decided to dash up the stairs, startled at the sight they’re approaching.

“You said from upstairs?” Seungmin raises his hand next to his ear, out of breath. You nod, and just like that, both him and Felix continue further up the stairs, banging on the floor and entering rooms without warning. A screech is heard, and although Chan gazes at your injury with a worried look, he motions for you to follow him and Changbin upstairs.

You’re the last one to make it to the room Hyunjin and Jisung were supposedly in, leaving a trail of blood behind you, barely being able to see the two through the heads blocking your sight. Changbin lets out a gasp, not a surprised one, but instead a furious gasp.

“Minho! I thought you were bringing the will from the guest bedroom downstairs like I asked you to, not talking with Hyunjin and Jisung!” Changbin starts entering the room once he notices that Minho is also with the duo. The rest of you enter, as well.

Minho fishes out the folded piece of paper from his pocket, holding it up with two fingers. “Here, Seo, the will. Now, what’s all the fuss?”

Minho’s lazy posture and tone pisses you off, to the point where you’ve made your way towards the trio with gritted teeth. “Which one of you did this to me?” You raise your hand, absolutely covered with scarlett blood.

“Bloody Hell Y/N, literally! We need to get that out of your hand and patch you up!” Hyunjin fusses with wide eyes, while Jisung turns away from the gorey sight and Minho presses his back against the wall in surprise.

“We’ll do that later. But for now, it’s round two of interrogation,” Felix rolls up his sleeves with a threatening, deep voice. “This isn’t funny anymore, you three. Somebody got seriously hurt because of one of you. And if any of you dare to play with me while I talk to you, I will-” Changbin hushes Felix from speaking any further.

“Should we let Minho go, or investigate him, too? I mean, he wasn’t always up here, so?” Seungmin inquires. You think about why Seungmin, out of all the people in this mansion, would ask such a question.

The voice. It’s back. And it’s telling you no.

“No, don’t,” You interrupt. “You might as well interrogate him as well, since he also went upstairs.”

“Then who’s gonna investigate who?” Chan asks. “Let’s have Y/N and Jeongin separate and choose who they want to interrogate first, since they’re victims and witnesses.”

“You can choose first, Y/N, since you probably got the most information on what exactly happened,” Jeongin scratches the back of his neck.

You exhale as a sharp pain goes through your hand again, almost forgetting that the knife is still there. “But first, can somebody help me out with my bloody ass hand?”

INTERROGATE HYUNJIN, JISUNG, OR MINHO?

[ VOTE HERE. ]

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CHOICE CHOSEN: Approach Jeongin. (Windflower’s Choice)

VOTING RATIO: 1-1-10-2

QUESTIONS (Comments are not answered)

UWU ANON: Please put all of your comments in the theories box. Because you’ve done this multiple times, your theories will not be answered this chapter.

Response 2: They all met at the party. None of them have met each other before, other than Minho and Seungmin.

Response 7: No, she is not at the party.

Response 13: I cannot say.

Response 14: Yes. Somebody last chapter asked the same question, but I made the mistake of saying “No.” ************ is being framed.

THEORIES (Will be answered with either Yes, No, or Cannot Say)

Response 1: No. No.

Response 2: Yes.

Response 3: No.

Response 8: No. Yes. 

Response 13: No.

Response 14: No. No. No. No.

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟑 : Evidence Hunting

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes:

Foul Language (Is there even foul language? Well, just in case...)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by nine men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

Visit the masterlist first before proceeding. It has all the info you need to read this series.

“Are you sure it’s okay to look at other people’s belongings?” You turn to Felix, who’s currently digging through a cherry red handbag that must’ve belonged to one of the ladies who attended the party. “And why don’t we just search each other’s bags and leave the ones who left the party alone?”

“Because if the killer might’ve placed their weapon in one of the other party guest’s bags, as a sort of way to frame them,” Hyunjin answers your question when Felix fails to do so, however, they way he empathizes each point of his sentence with a tub of pink lipstick in his hand almost made you giggle.

“Y/N, do you know why so many women carry handkerchiefs and bottles of creams and… what is this?” Jeongin holds up a thin object in his hand.

“That’s a nail file.”

“Right, nail files, in their bag? It seems like so much stuff to carry around,” Jeongin finishes his sentence, and you hear a hum of agreement coming from Seungmin, who takes out a bottle of rose tinted perfume from the bag he’s inspecting.

“I don’t know either, honestly. I usually just carry around the essentials,” you shrug as you pick up another bag, this one being a particularly large leather mailbag.

You turn your attention to Hyunjin out of boredom and watch him pull out a single white glove from a leather bag, looking at it for a few seconds in confusion before throwing it over his shoulder.

Felix also appears to notice Hyunjin’s discovery. “Whose bag is that?”

“Doesn’t say,” Hyunjin replies, and Felix goes back to the last remaining bag in his lap.

Soon enough, the pile of bags are gone, all of them being thrown off to the side without any care. Your shoulders slump over in frustration. “Did we really not find anything from this?”

Jeongin shakes his head sadly, before pausing with wide eyes and staring directly at you in a paranoid manner. “Then… the weapon could still be on one of us, since we already checked the living room.”

“Well that’s fun to know,” Felix rolls his eyes with sarcasm lingering in his voice. “What room are we searching next?” He asks as the rest of you stand up from the tile floor.

Seungmin starts walking into the living room, carefully avoiding the dead body that has been left there for emergency officials to inspect later. “I think we could possibly find something in my uncle’s office, I used to hang out there when I was a child—“

He gets cut off by Hyunjin suddenly gripping his arm, “Uncle? You mean the party host is…?”

“My uncle? Yeah. I’m not really close with him business wise though, so I can’t tell you if he has any bad relationships with other businessmen,” Seungmin shrugs as he leads the rest of you into the grand office of his uncle’s. You can recall Seungmin casually speaking to your boss about starting up his own business, fresh out of a prestigious university.

A sparkling chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, and right in front of you is a desk with mountains of paperwork on it. Behind the desk is a backdrop of bookshelves, along with a fireplace that isn’t lit up. However, you realize that the room would look a lot more nicer if the sun weren’t down and the night sky didn’t fill through the cracks of the windows.

“And what in particular do we look for in this massive room?” You observe, noticing how the bookshelves touched the ceiling, and how you couldn’t see the top of the owner’s desk due to the aged papers spread throughout the surface.

Seungmin clears his throat and turns to face the four of you. “Anything that can be concluded as a possible motive, such as if we see any conflict between the mansion owner and somebody else.”

“And anything about money. Money is one of the biggest reasons to murder somebody, followed by revenge,” Felix adds, putting his hands inside the pockets of his dress pants. That’s right; Felix’s father runs a bank downtown, no wonder Felix out of all people mentions money in this scenario.

“Then let’s get to work.”

The five of you open drawers and spill out tens of hundreds of documents. Your common sense is telling you to not get involved, remembering how your boss would scream at you whenever you touch a document on his desk, accidental or not, but you put it aside for the sake of being useful to the group.

Your mind drifts to the side as you start to realize how much work you really have to do to prove yourself innocent. It doesn’t benefit you that you were the one who discovered the body, as that would definitely put you as suspect #1 in any given case. You know you didn’t kill the party host, you know that you don’t have that much of a corrupted heart to do such a thing.

But the other eight won’t know that until they can believe you.

Jeongin lets out a small gasp and your head shoots up, his hand encouraging you to come look at what he found. You’re careful not to step over the papers littering the floor as you make his way over him, the other three doing the same.

In Jeongin’s hand is a scroll of paper unraveled, with bits and pieces of the edge tiered out. At the top of the document, in big letters, said:

“Last Will and Testament of Lee Hyungwon.”

“You found his will,” Felix states simply as Jeongin nods. “This can be useful.”

The five of you skim through the letter, ignoring names that don’t sound familiar, until one particular name makes you let out a small gasp.

“Seungmin? Is your last name Kim?” You point at the handwritten notes. “Because that’s your name… right there.”

“Yeah, that’s my last name, but why is it here—“ Seungmin’s breath is caught when he reads the words that came before his name on the will.

“You’re supposed to take the mansion after he dies?!” Hyunjin’s eyes widen in surprise, and Seungmin seems to be just as shocked as the rest of you.

“That doesn’t make sense though. Shouldn’t your children and step-children go before your nieces and nephews when you want them to claim something?” Seungmin mumbles to himself faintly, but the four of you could still hear.

Hyunjin perks up at his question, “Step-children? Did the mansion owner have a step-child?”

Seungmin lets out a deep sigh, “Yes, he does. And it just so happens to be…” He points at the name that happens to be right below his in the lengthy paragraph.

“Minho. Lee Minho.”

Before you could process the information, you hear a loud bang coming from upstairs, followed by vicious shouts. The sound echoes through the spacious office, and you see Hyunjin flinch in the corner of your eye.

“What are they up to?!” Jeongin cries out as he hands clam together from the sound of another bang, this one replicating something slamming a table.

“Might as well find out.” Felix heads towards the door, his shoes clacking against the sleek, mahogany floor before any of you could step in with a different opinion. Seungmin shrugs before following him, and a rushed Jeongin hurries after the two men.

As you start walking towards their direction, you turn your head back to see Hyunjin look at a particular letter one more time, inspecting the manilla envelope encasing it. He flips it back and forth before shoving it to the side, out of your view, and that’s when you decide to turn your head and move forward.

You could only hope that he didn’t put it in his pocket for nobody else to see, as if he were hiding something.

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Felix busts open the door, his necktie flying in the air, and you take a breath in at the sight in front of you.

Changbin is shoved up against the wall as Minho holds him there, his fist digging into Changbin’s shoulders as Changbin grunts in pain. You see Chan and Jisung trying to pull Minho off of him, to no avail.

“Hey! Do you think resorting to violence is the answer in this situation? No! There’s a murderer in this house for god’s sake!” Hyunjin’s voice booms through the room as Minho quickly releases his hold on Changbin, stepping back a couple feet. You watch as Changbin’s body gives up, crumbling onto the ground, as Chan stares at him alarmingly.

Minho tips his head to the side in annoyance, and shoves you and Jeongin, who’s blocking his exit, aside to walk through. You hear him murmur a “Forget it” as he walks out the door, heading down the twisted stairs. The rest of the group watches as Jisung follows right behind him in worry, mumbling apologizes left and right as he softly closes the door behind him.

Baffled by what you just witnessed, you wonder whether you should go after Minho and Jisung and find some reasons as to why Minho did such a thing, or rely on Changbin’s perspective to get the full story. You also had a chance to bring up the mansion owner’s will to the others, as well as question how exactly Minho’s related to the mansion owner.

So many options, so many possibilities. So many ways to have an advantage over the others, so many ways to become the main suspect.

You just have to cross your fingers and hope that you pick the best option for yourself, and only yourself.

FOLLOW AFTER MINHO AND JISUNG OR STAY WITH THE OTHERS?

[ VOTE HERE. ]

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CHOICE CHOSEN: Search

VOTING RATIO: 9-7 (16 Total)

QUESTIONS (Comments are not answered)

Response 7: Hmm.... 1940s? The author may not be accurate, however.

Response 10: bro you’re lying LMAO

Response 16: And why would I tell you this? Don’t try to get too much information from me. It won’t work.

THEORIES (Will be answered with either Yes, No, or Cannot Say)

Response 1: Yes. No. Yes. No.

Response 2: No.

Response 4: Yes.

Response 5: No. Yes. Yes.

Response 7: No. No. No. No. Yes. Yes. No. Yes.

Response 8: Yes. Yes. No. No. No. 

Response 9: No.stray kids

Response 10: No. No. No.

Response 14: Yes.

Response 16: Yes and No.

Good luck figuring it out, players. May the Killer King spare you today.

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒: Maybe this is Our Best Option

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes:

Foul Language

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by nine men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

Visit the masterlist first before proceeding. It has all the info you need to read this series.

You rush down the flight of stairs, gripping your clothes tightly, and are met by the hushed voices of Minho and Jisung at the bottom of it. Jisung’s hand is tightly holding Minho’s wrist, leading him to another room in a panicked, whispered voice, until you interrupt the two.

“Hey! What were you thinking, rushing out of the room?! Especially after what you just did?!” Your hands flail in the air as you talk with urgency. Minho rolls his eyes at you before taking a hold of your wrist as well, and your feet follow the duo to the dining room.

The silence of the room sends goosebumps running down your exposed skin, as it was bustling with laughter and sounds of glasses clinking together just two hours ago. The unfinished food lays on the center of the table, looking less appetizing than when the party started. You catch Jisung grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl, cracking it open before taking a seat on one of the chairs, spreading his legs. You and Minho do the same, you in particular choosing to sit down more appropriately.

“So, care to explain what we just walked into?” You say sternly, placing your chin on the palm of your hand, your fingers tapping your cheek.

Minho scoffs, as if this is the tenth time he has to explain. “God, don’t even think Changbin is the victim here. He said some harsh things about me.. And Jisung.. And I couldn’t let it slide for fucks sake.”

“He didn’t believe me and called me useless because of my occupation. It doesn’t sit well with me,” Jisung looks down onto the floor, almost in shame. You then remember him talking about his recent poetry book becoming a bestseller in the local bookstore in town; a couple guests ignored him at his boast, mainly the businessmen, as the rest applauded him.

“I can understand that. And Jisung, your poetry books are great. I’ve read quite a few of them,” You send a small smile to Jisung, who stares at you with wide eyes. You recall reading some of his poems in the past, and suddenly remember a particular one about a killer. He’d surprise his victims silently behind their backs; his signature weapon being a throwing knife. Then he’d run along with his day, and come home to his wife and children, not a drop of blood on his shirt.

How ironic.

“Oh, thank you so much!” Jisung says shyly. For an egoistic poet, he sure does get flustered whenever he’s complimented.

Silence quickly filled the room as soon as the last word fell out of Jisung’s mouth, disintegrating into thin air. Only the tapping of Minho’s shoe on the wooden floor could be heard, echoing throughout the entire room, along with Jisung casually eating his banana.

You quickly clear your throat in order to break the silence, continuing to stare at your hands clasp together in your lap. “Do you two want to know what we found?”

Minho’s head rises swiftly at your question. “Of course, what did you find?” Jisung eagerly nods in agreement.

“So, we searched all of the party guests’ belongings and we didn’t find anything significant or suspicious--” Minho lets out a noise of surprise, before ushering you to continue what you were saying. “But in the mansion owner’s office, we found something a bit strange.”

The two men cock their heads at you, desperately urging you to go on. You take in a deep breath, praying in your head that you won’t get any negative response from what you’re about to say.

“Minho, are you related to the mansion owner?”

Minho visibly turns pale at your question, staring into thin air as Jisung blinks in surprise. He lets out a sigh before responding, “Yes, I am. So is Seungmin, as well.”

“I know that already, he told us! But you’re.. The mansion owner’s stepson?

Minho’s brows physically harden in front of your eyes once the words “stepson” flew out of your mouth. “That dick of a stepfather never cared about me, constantly preferring his nieces and nephews, like Seungmin, over me,” he spits out with no remorse of his word choice. “I operate on him whenever he needs to be, and that’s it. I would try to build a relationship with him when I was younger, but I didn’t succeed. And Seungmin? He never cared about my stepfather, yet my stepfather chose him and his other nieces and nephews over me. I would tell you more, but you don’t have to hear my entire life story. Honestly, I’d rather not talk about that dead man at all.”

You bite your tongue softly, processing all the information one chunk at a time.

“Y’know, since I believe we’re all comfortable with each other,” Jisung suddenly speaks up. “Why don’t we align with each other? I doubt one of you two are the killer, especially since you could just murder us right now, and I bet one of the other six is the killer instead. Like Felix, he’s too quiet. Or Hyunjin, he doesn’t sit with me well.”

Minho sits up at his proposal. “That’s an excellent idea, and if we ever find two or three others who share the same mindset as us, we can add them along too. Then we would have the majority of the group on our side!” His fist slams down onto the table enthusiastically, making you jump back as the fruit bowl on the table rumbles.

“How about you, Y/N?”

Your mind starts racing when the spotlight shifts over to you. It should be an easy decision, one to be made in an instant. But why is it so hard? Being in the minority sounds like you can be an easy suspect immediately, but…

If one of them, either Minho or Jisung, is actually the killer, what will happen if you say no?

And yet, there’s another option. An inner monologue suddenly appears in your head, chanting three words over and over again, louder and louder as each second passes.

“Play both sides.”

What exactly does that mean? And most importantly...

What word will you be uttering to the two?

YES, YES, OR NO?

[ VOTE HERE. ]

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CHOICE CHOSEN: Follow after Minho and Jisung

VOTING RATIO: 9-5 (14 total)

QUESTIONS (Comments are not answered)

Response 7: of course!! i’d love fanart of this series ^^

Response 12: The mansion owner is one of the most popular residents in town. He often hosts dinner parties to mingle with big names, ranging from other businessmen who want to strike a deal with him, to celebrities who begged to get an invite to his signature and lavish parties. There isn’t one specific reason the mansion owner holds these parties; he simply likes to have all the spotlight on himself for an evening.

Response 13: Yes, they were all invited by the mansion owner. Their reasons for attending will be revealed depending on the choice you make. I had to delete a couple paragraphs from this chapter because you chose “Search” instead of “Interrogate.”

THEORIES (Will be answered with either Yes, No, or Cannot Say)

Response 2: No.

Response 3: Yes. No.

Response 5: No. Yes. No.

Response 6: Yes. Yes.

Response 7: Cannot say. No. No.

Response 8: Yes. Yes.

Response 9: No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Yes. No. 

Response 12: No. No. No. No.

Response 13: No.

Response 14: No.