Myungsoo was confused and worried; his twin had a habit for disappearing from time to time. But usually he would inform him before hand or would contact him to let him know where he had disappeared to. He had tried contacting him, tried to find out from people that they shared mutual contact with, but absolutely nothing had come from it, and this was what frustrated Myungsoo. He was actually getting angry at the male now. So it came as a shock to Myungsoo when the sound of his doorbell awoke the young bartender, half asleep, he rubbed the sleep lazily from his eyes and opened the door to be greeted with two police officers. Straightening up instantly, his eyes widened and he met their gaze. He hadnât been in trouble recently, and to his knowledge neither had Youngjae. So why were the officials standing before him. âKim Myungsoo?â The taller of the two questioned him, the solemn faces striked a hint of nervousness inside of his stomach, making him fidget with his fingers uncomfortably. âYes?â The smaller of the officers held out a familiar chain in a clear evidence bag. âWe heard you had some connections with another Kim Myungsoo, possibly your twin.â Myungsoos eyes widened as the worst scenario came to his mind, lost for words as he gave a small nod, swallowing back the lump in his throat. âWeâre sorry.. but he passed away last week.. we were trying to find someone to contact.â If the officers said anything else after that, Myungsoo never heard a thing. His head was spinning, the sound of blood of rushing through his ears was almost deafening and it wasnât until the police officers had driven away, he realised that he had been mindlessly staring at the spot they stood. Closing the door behind him, his hand wrapped tightly around the bag that contained the chain. Punching hard against the wall, he continuously delivered blows until the pain in his hand became to intense to handle, blood pouring freely from his hand, he let out a choked sob, dropping painfully to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. This couldnât be happening, he refused to believe it. Grabbing his phone, he dialled the males number, listening as it went straight to voicemail. He attempted to calm his voice as he left a message. âTwin.. Myung.. they told me your dead.. you canât be.. call me.. tell me theyâre wrong⌠i-it canât be trââ His voice cracked as he broke down in tears, the phone falling from his hand to land on the floor next to him, shaking his head. He wouldnât believe it.
