Love Shot - Exo Mafia AU (1/4)

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Kim Yeo-Reom's Pov.
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When I ran away from my home, the only reason I had made it out of the door was because Ma-Ra and Ri-Ya tackled my father to the floor, holding him down long enough for me to leave.

I had found my way back to my childhood home a week later, the house I had grown up in my whole life and built all my best memories in. The house where my room with all my things, my dolls and teddy bears and even my piggy bank full of loose change, all remained. But everyone inside it was gone.

I had found yellow police tape blocking the entrance, the door boarded up with scrap wood; I'd gotten in through the window. 

The house had smelled strangely sterile, like someone had washed it all down with antiseptic, and to this day, that particular smell made me nauseous.

The wall had had a hole in it, jagged and round, like someone had punched into it or maybe slammed someone into it. I knew my mother had died cleanly with no blood, so my mind kept lingering on the thought of why the smell of disinfectant was there.

I went to the funeral house later that evening, holding the hand of one of the employee's there and pretending that I was going to another room other than the one my mother's photo was in. 

I hid at the back of the stranger's funeral room, waiting for the employee to leave before I snuck away, standing in the empty room that was my mother's, staring at her smiling face in the plainly decorated frame; why had they chosen a picture with my sisters in it too? There were only three flowers laid in front of the frame too. In my mind, that created the conclusion: everyone in that photo was dead.

So, I never thought to look for them. I never even tried; I just got on with my life like I never had anyone to begin with, running from the fact that my father was still out there somewhere, alive and furious.

But then Oh-Rim revealed a fact to me that I wasn't sure if I was happy to know or not, "Your sisters are alive."

I didn't jump of joy. I didn't burst into tears. I didn't even get angry. I just sat there, staring blankly at the side of Oh-Rim's kitchen table, my hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea that Oh-Rim handed me minutes ago, steam rising steadily.

"Say something. You're scary me a little," Oh-Rim mumbled, gripping her phone tightly, her knuckles white.

I sniffed curtly, looking up from the cup, my face flushed from the steam, "What do you want me to say?"

Oh-Rim shuffled a little in her seat, her discomfort evident and she took a sip from her own teacup before chewing on her lip, "Are you happy?"

I couldn't suppress the scoff that left my chest, a rising feeling of bitterness engulfing me, "I don't know either. Am I happy? How would you feel in my situation?"

Oh-Rim began to fidget again, her leg shaking under the table causing small ripples to swirl on the surface of my tea, "There's something else."

"What else? My mom's alive too?" I rolled my eyes, placing the teacup down on the table with a slam.

Oh-Rim let out a dry laugh, licking her dried out lips and pushing her cup away and reaching to touch my hand, "Unfortunately not. It's something else. You're being hunted."

I raised a brow carefully, moving my hands away from her and letting them fall into my lap, "What do you mean?"

Oh-Rim looked me straight in the eyes, her face darkening, "There's a gang called EXO. They're looking for a Kim Yeo-Reom in her twenties, somewhere in Seoul. They're giving a reward of one-hundred thousand dollars to anyone that brings you to them. Dead or alive."