❝ it's a russian roulette of money and love... ❞
₊˚꒰: 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ︵︵
𑁍┊na jaemin's wish as an orphan, whose past latched to him like a nightmare was to build his own bright future--but when fate entwined along the way, leading him to a risky maze o...
tw : slight mention of blood, please skip this chapter if you aren't comfortable
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⠀ ━━ ( 🎲 ) prologue...
✎ seoul, 13th march 2006
" mama, r-red ? " a shadow of a timid body gleamed amidst the pitch black darkness, the curiosity present in his eyes was like an eternal fire, never stopping till it gets what it desires. off he went to pull the thin fabric of the elder, his hand tracing the spots decorated painted red. having his unanswered question linger in the tense air raised his unsettled curiosity, he was six yet he knew by the heavy pants and the harsh pull that something was off.
the elder woman took the boy in her arms, fleeing like the night was hunting them,
but it wasn't, so what was ?
her breaths were put into a halt, his small feet feeling the ground as he wriggled to break free. their shadows now casted on a building, brown with graffiti painting all over its surface. on the edge grew plants that ruled over the surface, growing in lenghts that little jaemin couldn't ever imagine.
' horrifying ' jaemin thought.
" jaemin, what did i tell you about strangers? " her lips turned up to a smile, but it was forced like it was a curtain to conceal the truth, and maybe the little imperfections called bruises located near her mouth.
" they're not nice so i should give them a slap, " he striked a pose, showing the moves he got from the movie ' karate kid ' but later failed miserably tripping on his left foot in the process. purposely, he did it purposely-expecting a genuine smile from his mother, but all he got a heavy sigh in reply.
she shook her head at his actions, and turned the door knob revealing the view of what little jaemin would describe as,
utter mess.
the young male scrunched his nose at the unpleasant scent, of ash mixed with the smell of rottening flesh. once he spotted a filthy blanket, his first instinct was to get it out of his sight.
" mama, what is this place? " scratch that mickey mouse house he always dreamed of, he would pick their cozy home (more like an apartment) over this fright any other day.
" your new home." it swifly raised questions inside the boy's head.
'yours', his? how about his mother? maybe she said the wrong word and she meant 'ours'
jaemin positioned his arms in the air and his mother fully understood his needs. even with her weak grasp his mother's touch still and always felt like a warm ember. he managed to reach her face, his fingers hovering over the red and blue patches near her lips,
' did she perhaps put too much makeup on?' his innocent mind spoke.
he pulled the end of her lips up, forcing a smile to be displayed instead of a frown," mama looks sad, cheer up! "
her mouth let out a tired laugh, finally-after the tense atmosphere and all the escaping that their legs went through.
" thank you my little thumper, " she rubbed her nose with his, receiving a giggle from jaemin, but instead something clicked in him-triggering his senses, so out of habit he moved his arms to cave his mother in a chamber or warmth.
jaemin felt the familiar liquid falling from his mother's weak orbs. she chanted the same thing over and over, like she always did every morning but this time it sounded rather peculiar," mama loves you little jae, mama loves you so much."
" jaemin loves mama too, " he mumbled, voice softer than before, trying not to break down-for he thought his mother needed him to be strong.
the mother and son pulled away. the mother neared her mouth to his tiny ears, as she uttered her last message to her precious one, the only way to protect him from the lies of world and the grasp of its cruelty.
" jaemin, remember never trust anyone, trust can betray you like an old friend, stabbing you from behind- trust is like a stranger, they tempt you like the angel they are but the truth is they are a devil hiding inside-to crush your life completely. so, trust no one. "
that was it.
their last everything. the last moment before his world vanished in front of his eyes.
he was six, when his senses picked up the last of her mesmerizing voice.
he was six, when they shared their final hug.
he was six, when he learned in the end that no. it wasn't lipstick,
it was blood.
♡ russian roulette ♡
: ̗̀➛ a nomin ff by neozonique
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⌨ ᶻᶻᶻ elena is typing ... hello peeps, i'm back with another nomin ff ( bct they're my bbys and i can't help but to type another story about them ) and don't worry this will not be angsty, and not as tragic as the truth untold this one will be funner, longer but very very very complicated. it will twist your minds and raise so many questions when nearing the peak of the story. i personally am so excited to write this book, it's action packed and i hope you guys will like it!! have a nice day yall :)
