Two Way Mirror//ᴍɪɴꜱᴜɴɢ

Chapter 1

His fist collided straight into the jaw of the face in front of him, covered in a black mask. "Let go of me mother fucker!!" The large hands covered with leather black gloves grabbed onto his lean wrist with a tight grip and spun him around.

The teenage boy squirmed around and yelled but his pleading wouldn't help. The large hands cupped his mouth with a black handkerchief soaked in chloroform. Before the boy could comprehend the situation he felt his eyes shutting and the world spinning around him. "Fuck you..."

15 hours earlier
8:30 AM at JYP HS
-Lee-know POV-

School was quieter than usual. Not a good quiet. Rumors spread around town and everyone had found out about the disappearance of Han Jisung. I could say I was terribly depressed but I wasn't. I hardly knew the kid. Only time we ever talked was in our old dance club.

So don't get me wrong I wasn't happy either. Dance class ended a long time ago. A member in the club known as Choi Beomgyu was being assaulted and bullied throughout it. His older brother was our teacher so he ended the whole club when Beomgyu got sent to a mental hospital due to his mental state dropping an humongous amount.

After all that happened we never really spoke, not a word. Though our town was close and we had some similar friends. One friend we had in common was Lee Felix, local sunshine. He was crushed.

Rumor was Han ran away. No one understood. He was close with his family and they were very supportive. It was known he was gay but no one really cared. He had friends and smiled whenever you would talk to him.

Sometimes he was quiet and kept to himself. That's where apparently police stuck too. To be completely honest I didn't agree.

There was no way Han Jisung ran away. That takes guts and no offense Han didn't have that. It wasn't any of my business though.

The teacher stood in front of the quiet class and had explained the situation. Some people wiped small tears away and others just stayed quiet.

I was one who stayed quiet. I looked across from me to see Felix's face stuffed in his palms. He looked up and I could visibly see how tired he was. His eyes were red from crying, eye bags, and obvious sadness washing over him.

I leaned forward and whispered his name. The dark brunette boy turned around and my eyes met his. "You good?" I whispered lowly.

He smiled and nodded his head. I smiled back and leaned back into my seat. Bell rang and school continues as depressing as ever. Our classes occurred of about nothing for some respect.

I spent all my classes with my head rested in my arms. I slept for most of the time. Then lunch already came hours later. I grabbed my black bag and hung it over my shoulder.

It matched my outfit that I didn't try very hard on. I wore a black and white striped shirt, black jeans, and platform converse.

Throughout social media everyone posted "Wear platform shoes to resemble our loved classmate, student, son, and friend Han Jisung." For almost the past two days.

I complied and agreed. Last night I reposted it on my story and just chose my converse. I saw Changbin, Jeongin, and Hyunjin hanging around the table we always stayed at. I sat down next to Jeongin and already felt the awkward energy.

"Man this shit is weird!" Changbin suddenly said catching all of our attention.

Jeongin and Hyunjin nodded their head and I sighed. "True but we can't really do anything."