The Blood Moon King ➳ JJK [✓]

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“Half truth is dangerous than millions of lies . . . brother,” Minho's voice became slow as if the lava which had burst out from the volcano just got frozen, his harsh voice turned soft and his hands dropped down.

Yeonjun raised his eyebrows when he addressed him as ‘brother’ and stared at him in confusion. Yet he managed to form some words and ask, “What do you mean?”

“I still can't understand how you hate your own people and trust a man like Luther,” a scoff immediately left Minho's mouth and disgust filled him up at the mention of Luther's name. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into the skin of his palm.

“He’s my father, our father!” hearing the younger's words Minho chuckled defeatedly.

“Yeah, a father who k-killed my mother and is the reason for your mother's death,” he felt his voice cracking up, the lump in his throat kept making it hard for him to swallow down.

A strong chilly wind gushed past him as if it told him to calm down. But he found it hard to look back into the eyes of younger, feeling his own eyes brimming with tears.

This was the most painful memory that he had kept in for so long. A memory he didn't tell anyone, a memory he can't forget, a memory which stayed so vivid no matter how hard he tried to forget it; he could never. The guilt and regret will forever be there in his heart, that heavy feeling he'll never be able to get rid of, the pain he'll never heal from.

“What? He said he loved her,” Yeonjun exclaimed and looking at the confusion on his face Minho smiled, a smile to threaten the tears brimming his eyes from falling down. He inhaled deeply trying to hold back the emotions, at least he tried.

“He said he loved her too,” a lone tear rolled down his cheeks without even him realising.

He regretted it immediately, shutting his eyes close and clenching his fists harder than before, “I could have blamed your mother for my mother's death . . . maybe it would have made me feel better,”

“But I know she was in-innocent,” he choked on his words, finally looking up into Yeonjun's brown orbs. Yeonjun's eyes widened when he witnessed Minho's bloodshot red eyes pooled with tears, the nerves of his neck popping out and his face red in anger.

“You know what? . . . No, actually you don't know anything,” he grabbed Yeonjun by his shoulders and jerked him forward, giving him no chance to react. He stepped dangerously close, pushing his back against the harsh tree bark again.

“I was six years old when I saw my mother and that son of a bitch I'm forced to call father fighting!” he shouted, his ears turning red and voice booming in Yeonjun's ears, his grip getting tighter on his shoulders with every word he forced his tongue to form, “My mom was furious! Why wouldn't she be? He raped another woman in their bed while she heard everything!”

“Another w-woman?” Yeonjun knew what he meant and where it was going but he couldn't believe it was his mother.

“Yes, and you're getting it right for the first time in a while, congratulations my dear younger brother!”

“Mother . . .” the younger mumbled looking down at his feet, letting the tears wash over his grief.

Minho, “He killed my mother, he choked her to death and then staked her heart right in front of me. I was too scared to get out of that damn closet . . . she died in front of me and I was helpless,” More tears flooded down rinsing his pale cold cheeks with a tinge of warmth and he reminisced that day feeling the same pang in his heart.

His mother's helpless and struggling cries, begging to let her live echoed in his head. He couldn't do anything to help her, heck, he didn't even have the courage to face that monster who's responsible for all this, that is a regret which will never leave him.