Hellooo everyone who is here! ☺️☺️☺️
This is a quick note. I just want to say thank you for clicking on this book, for giving it a chance. I really hope you enjoy it. I'm not sure how long this will be, but I'll do my best to wrap it up well.
This story is based on the DRAMA "Sweet Home" not the webtoon, and I'm kinda roughing the story arc around what happened in Season 1. I'm so excited for Season 2!!!
Again, thank you for being here! Please enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it
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PROLOGUE
I open my eyes to blurred sounds. Chaos. Shouting, screaming, running. Byeongil is thrusting around a shovel. In front of me, the butt of a gun narrowly misses smashing my face in, but Yikyung counters the blow with her own gun, and she beats the guy's face in with Yakuza's sledgehammer.
I remember where we are.
Someone kicks me. I'm only half conscious, but the pain is everything. I cry out. The pain swells, becoming sharper and warmer like the headache that suddenly threatens to explode out of my head. I grit my teeth. I can't suppress a whimper as I flatten myself further against the ground, pressing the ache in my ribs against the dark grimy surface. I try to count myself back to consciousness, but the same guy grabs the back of my hair and wrenches me towards him. I scream. He secures one arm around my waist and starts to drag me away.
I can hear Eunhyuk shouting somewhere across the room as he suddenly beelines towards us. His voice is distorted and louder than it has ever been, "HEY!"
He is only looking at me, "HEY!" Face dirt-streaked, splatters of blood across his right cheek and his fractured lens.
I shriek and thrash in the man's grip, sobbing, breaking, "Eu... Eunhyuk! Eunhyuk... l-let go of me! EUNHYUK!"
"WINTER!"
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