"What is he doing here?!" Li Yang asks angrily clenching his jaw.
"Yeah I thought we already k- Dealt with him?" Situ Feng says.
"There coming for you." A voice said coughing next to Sunny who screamed. "Your worth millions. I was going to take you in but~" His eyes closed and they all watched his soul leaving his body. In shock.
"Who's coming after me. What the fuck? Can someone tell me whats going on and how you 'dealt with him?' I asked furiously folding my arms. "Even though I'm thank full." I add.
"Uhm... Well after you know what... We decided to teach him a lesson and he ended up in the hospital with a coma..." Situ Feng said shrugging. "Your older brother is in a Mafia. That's why he never comes home. So is your parents." Suho says looking down.
"So-So you guys knew and didn't bother to tell me?!" I asked holding my nose of the smell.
"One, I think we should hide the body cause it smells. And Two, we're not done talking."
T I M E S K I P :
AFTER CLEANING THE CRIME SEEN The boys explained everything. What Mafia my parents worked in, my brother being the CEO, Me being the next hire, And that wasn't all. This was not my first kill. When I was three I accidentally poisoned someone because they were being disrespectful to my brother teasing him. Don't ask how. I know it's crazy. AND this explains why my parents taught me how to fight and use a gun at a young age, my crazy diet restrictions and exercising daily. They just wanted to keep me safe and I under stood that. This could mean that my brothers death could not have been a suicide and that he was forced to say that. I mean he did tell me that he found something about our family and he wanted to tell me as soon as we met up but it was too late.
This shit is messed up.
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Fanfiction✿ Han Seojun x OC x Lee Suho. ✿ When Jung Se Yoon jumped off that building he left his twin sister and his two best friends behind. His sister ends up going to therapy and becoming a well known singer/song writer. She had to move to Yungchen because...
