"Jongin" pale fingers clinged spastically into mentioned Jongin's hoodie "The murderer, the murderer is Kim Taehyung"

"Did you see that?" Sehun simply nooded.

Sehun have seen it and much, much more. Things. Details. 

"Plesae, make them stop"

One, two, three"

Breaths.

Numbers. 

Days, when his father was drunk.

Jongin looked at him with a mixture of ruth and comprehension. 

"You know than I can't"

They both knew.

One, two, three.

"Please, don't leave me"

A second of silence passed with a painfull expression on tanned boy's face. 

"Never"

The cold floor of a dissecting room and two shapes huddled on it. Mister Coroner and Mister clairivoyant. The scene were complimented by a body lying on the metal dissecting table. A woman, Kim Jisoo with a face, eaven for a drastic cases, beaten, to the state, where her massacrated features were practially unrecognizabvle, without teeth and eyes, that soeone, no, Kim Taehyung, gouged out. 

One, two, three.

Sehun dreamed.

Jongin sliced corpses.

Boys were crying.

Mens were counting.

Experts were leading the case. 

And only sometimes they seemed to be a bit lost in the golden reality.