13 Guests 1 Killer

Mingyu angrily walks into the room, not even looking at which room he walked into, he doesn't care now; he will always take care of his brother, he doesn't want him to suffer because of Jeonghan. The door behind him opens and a figure enters. Mingyu turns around and can't help but put away his bad mood and put his hands on his lover's waist. - 'I thought you would be downstairs,' the taller one mentions, breathing on his lover's neck, who only purrs at his touch. - I was looking for you," he replies. - Well, you found me," the taller one says, sliding his hands under the other's elegant shirt and kissing his neck savorously. - You said you'd tell him," he says between sighs. Mingyu pulls away and, looking into his small eyes, knows what they must do. What they have built is out of control like sand, he knows that better than anyone, and the consequences of it will bring them more misery than joy. - Well, I'll tell you... - 'No,' he interrupted, 'I'll do it myself. - Mingyu agrees and walks towards the door. - The last kiss? - He asks with a sad look. Mingyu looks back at him and goes back to locking their lips one last time. Suddenly, he feels a tongue creeping between his lips. In confusion he breaks the kiss and accidentally bites his lower lip, the bitter-metallic taste of blood spreads throughout his mouth and he feels his throat fill with blood and his consciousness blur. Mingyu falls to his knees, grabbing his throat, pleading, he looks at the other man in the room, but he remains in his seat, just watching him without any expression. He tries to get up, but to no avail. He falls face down on the bed, coughs one last time, and a stream of blood flows out of his mouth, leaving him breathless. Hearing the screams, everyone rushed up, seeing what was causing these desperate cries, many did the same, others remained silent, even with frayed nerves and pale faces. Jeonghan cried quietly, trying to comfort Chan, who was now crying like everyone else. A friend had died. His only brother. His love. Mingyu was dead. Dead looking at them with a grim stare and a trickle of blood dripping from his lips, staining the bed he was now in. For a few minutes or one could say hours, they embraced each other, who comforted them because of the pain that pervaded them, feeling their heaviness in their chests and their confused thoughts... What had happened? Why Mingyu? They couldn't speak or give an answer, just the thought of what had happened was destroying them from the inside out and making them cry even harder. When the tears dried up and their tortured hearts could no longer regret, someone spoke up. - We should call the police," Hansol suggested in a cracked voice, hugging the crying Seungkwan. - With a storm like this, no one will come at least until tomorrow," Joshua whispers loud enough to be heard by the others. - Seokmin," Seungcheol calls out to him, who continues to hug Jihoon since he won't stop shaking, "help me, let's go find something. - Something? - The doctor asks, wiping his face from the remaining tears. - 'Something that will tell us who killed him,' replies the eldest of them all seriously. Silence falls heavily on everyone. Wonwoo closes his eyes and starts crying again, his lover is already dead, how did it happen so suddenly? How did he leave him for the other world so quickly? Jihoon leads everyone downstairs and offers them something hot to calm them down. - Who do you think could have done this? - Soonyoung comments, leaning on Minhao's shoulder, who was silently crying the whole time. - 'No one could have entered to hurt him,' Jeonghan commented, 'the storm wouldn't have allowed a stranger to even come close to any entrance. - Are you saying it was one of us? We're the only ones in the house," Jun mentions in a shaky voice. Jeonghan raises his head and looks at him. - I didn't say that," he replies, narrowing his eyes. - It could be true," Seokmin's voice comes from the stairs, "there's no one else but us; there was cyanide in his blood. - Someone killed him... - whispers Wonwoo with his eyes wide open - Who did it?! - Desperately he screams. Hansol quickly walks over to him and grabs him by the shoulders before he falls to the ground again. - 'Wonwoo, calm down,' the young writer addresses him, 'there has to be an explanation, right? - He turns to Seungcheol, who looks at him, not knowing what to answer. - Seungcheol," Jun calls out to him. - Didn't you fight with Mingyu the last few days? - Everyone looks towards the famous detective," What if you called him to kill him? - He didn't do that," Wonwoo said looking at the ground, "Mingyu and I solved their problems recently. - Didn't you do it? - Whispers the banker to the kneeling guy," Maybe you wanted to take his huge fortune, Wonwoo. - Don't be silly," Minhao says for the first time all night, "They weren't married, if they were, it would have been more logical for Joshua to do it. - The aforementioned casts a disdainful glance at Minhao. - 'He was my brother,' Joshua replies, 'I would never hurt him. - Your brother with half a huge fortune,' the eccentric artist parries. - Stop it! - Seokmin shouts. - How did this happen? Look at each other," his pity-filled gaze scans the room from Seungkwan sitting with trembling hands to Jihoon whose pallor runs all over his body, "we were friends less than an hour ago and now we're blaming each other. - It would be best to get some sleep," Jeonghan says with a sleeping Chan in his arms, "it's late and we're all out of our minds. - 'I agree,' Jihoon supports, 'it's too much for one day. - Well, I disagree,' says Soonyoung, 'I won't sleep with a murderer. - There are enough rooms," Seungcheol reassures in a strong voice, "everyone, sleeps with the one they trust the most. Everyone is silent, but in the end it's the best option. Everyone sleeps with their partner. Jun and Seokmin, though they're officially nobodies, are very attached and trust each other; Wonwoo goes with Seungkwan and Hansol, they seem the most sincere to him. They go to bed with the word "trust" tattooed on their heads, and before going to sleep they cry one more time, hugging each other and praying to survive the night in this house. Seungcheol isn't the first to wake up, but when he does, the first thing he notices is that Jihoon isn't in his arms. His pulse quickens, and struggling against the white sheets, he gets up and leaves the room. Calling for him with desperate cries, he rushes down the stairs, fighting the anger that is beginning to form in his chest. Seungcheol finds him screaming in the kitchen. Seungkwan and Hansol come running in, followed by Wonwoo and Jihoon with a cup of steaming coffee in their hands. Relieved, Seungcheol walks over to Jihoon, sets his drink on the table and hugs the composer tightly. - Why didn't you tell me you were leaving the room? - He says, hugging him tighter. - Seungcheol ... I, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to .... - tried to explain his husband, but a shout from one of the rooms made them wish they hadn't come down so early. Reaching the top floor again, they find Jun falling to his knees in front of them, sobbing loudly, unable to hide the new pain that was building up in his chest. - Seokmin ... he was not in the room; I n went to look for him, and- - he cried again. With fear, Seungcheol approaches the room where Jun came from, and what he sees makes him regret that he decided to throw this New Year's Eve party. He never thought of subjecting his friends to this hell. If it wasn't for his desire to throw a party, Mingyu wouldn't have died, and now Seokmin wouldn't be stabbed on the floor, staring into the eyes of death before him.