My Son, Beomhyun

Chapter 48

Note: Attempted fluff, and I am so sorry for the delay!

Gunshots, explosion, and bloodcurdling screams were echoing throughout.

Poor little Byunnie looked around, eyes absorbing every detail of his surroundings. To the blood splattered on the walls and furniture, to the lifeless unidentified bodies sprawled on the floor.

Beomhyun looked around once more, eyes trailed down to a bloodied body in front of him.

And his blood went cold.

Right there was Beomgyu, eyes dilated and mouth covered in blood. And on top of the latter was Taehyun, his dad layed against the beeojegug leader's chest as a sword was pierced on his back.

Lifeless.

"Pa? S-Sir Gyu?" he gasped in horror.

The young boy's breath began to go short as he again snapped his head to the other side.

'No, this can't be real.'

Soojun, Kyle, Woosan and Yeo-jong were on the floor. Drenched in their own blood, gun wounds on their stomach and foreheads.

'No, no this is a dream. It's not real.' the young boy chanted over and over again on his head.

Beomhyun unconsciously averted his gaze on the floor, a gun and a knife at his foot. He unconsciously averted his gaxe to his hands.

They were covered in blood.

The young brunette's eyes widen in sheer fear as he examined his shaking hands that were covered in crimson blood. He snapped his head to the bodies; everyone in beeojegug layed dead.

'You killed them,' a voice whispers menacingly.

"N-No, it wasn't me. I-I didn't do it," Beomhyun denied, shaking his head as he backed away.

'A monster!'

"I'm not a monster, I'm no monster." Byun chanted, his air tunnels tightening as he tried to hold a sob, tears racing down his cheeks.

'This your fault.'

'You're a threat, an abomination to every person you encounter!'

'Monster!'

"I'm not, I'm just a normal boy!" he cried, covering his ears.

'Killer.'

"I'm not a killer," Byun whispers.

'You killed them.'

"It wasn't me."

'Monster.'

"I'm not a monster."

'Cursed child.'

"Stop it," Beomhyun begs in a weak voice.

'Killer.'

"Stop."

'You killed them.'

"Stop it!" he shouts, shutting his eyes close and tried to block the voice.

'Monster.'

"I said stop it!"

'Cursed child.'

"Shut up!"

'Murderer.'

"Stop..." the boy whispers shakily, fat tears now escaping his eyelids as he began to sob.

"Leave me alone... please," the poor boy begs.