Oddinary// Hyunlix & Minsung FF// Editing

Chapter Fifty Foive: Compassionate

Mr Lee stood in front of us, with the most terrifying smirk I had ever seen in my short life. Jin was up in an instant and placed his body between me and his father. I felt the cold wall against my back and his butt was gently pressed to my crotch. It wasn't the time to be thinking about screwing Jin, but I couldn't help it.

I rested my hands lightly on his hips and pulled him back slightly so he was closer to my body. He stiffened slightly as he slapped my hands away, and put some space between us.

"Seems like you boys had some fun here today huh?" His footsteps echoed around us, bouncing off of the old bare walls. He nudged his henchmen with his feet and told them to get up. He tutted as he shook his head at the mess I had made of the one guys face.

"Define fun. If trying to fucking survive is your idea of fun, you're more fucked than I thought you were." Jisung retorted angrily. His fists were balled tightly and I could see he was ready to attack at any second, despite Min holding him back.

"What are you doing here?" I spat angrily at him as he woke more of his workers and told them to leave. I didn't like the idea of being alone with him one bit. He could do anything to us and we were all aware of that.

Mr Lee's wrath was not to be trifled with.

"Haemi she hasn't returned home. I came to find out why." He nodded to the broad man who had just stood, indicating he should leave.

That worried me more than them staying.

"Sh-She..." I stopped and swallowed hard. I hadn't even considered that we would have to be the ones to tell him. This wasn't a conversation I wanted to have. Especially not with the monster who had haunted my dreams for so long. I had night terrors about those lenses, reflecting the dim moonlight. Those beady eyes that watched me as I walked towards that fucking room. That slicked back hair, that would fall over his face and dance wildly as he screamed in my face and told me I was worthless.

"She's dead." Jisung's voice was unfeeling and cold as the words drifted from his mouth. It snapped me out of my thoughts, and I inhaled deeply, trying to regain my composure. They filled the room with a sad heavy energy and Mr Lee stopped what he was doing. He stared at us and his mouth opened and closed a couple of times, as he searched for the words to say.

He looked different.

An unknown emotion, one I had never seen him display, flashed over his face. His eyes were wide and watery as his shoulders began shaking slightly. Letting us know the composure he usually displayed was breaking down.

Was he sad?

"Wh-Where is she?" He asked quietly. His hands sunk into his pockets and I had never seen Mr Lee looking quite so... human? We all slowly inched forward and stepped outside. I prepared myself for the worst possible retribution but it didn't come. We all had our eyes glued to him, afraid he would suddenly turn and we would need to fight once more.

Instead he knelt by her broken body and stared at my Mom. Tears splattered onto her face as they left his eyes, and I couldn't believe what I was witnessing.

"Sh-She's gone." I whispered as I stared at her. Emotions were crashing down on me like turbulent waves. I was devastated. My eyes fell upon my brother and both of us seemed to feel it. The scary anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Our parents were dead.

Jisung was the first to break. His emotional scream filled the air as his body thudded against the floor. I couldn't swallow the painful lump in my throat, no matter how much I tried. As much as she had damaged me recently, I couldn't shake the fact that she was my Mom. I had loved her dearly for seventeen years of my life.

This was too much for me too. I hadn't really thought about what it would feel like to lose her. Especially not recently.After all the hurt and betrayal I had convinced myself I hated her with every fibre of my being. But I didn't.

She had been a good Mom who had instilled good values in me, up until recently, and as much as I tried to remind myself of the pain and suffering she had caused, only the good times were running through my head on my repeat. As though my own brain was punishing me for ever believing I could hate the woman who had brought me into this world.

"F-Felix." His finger gently traced across my wet cheek as he tried to dry the tears I didn't want to cry. His arms found their way around me and I could finally let it out. In the safety of his embrace my emotions flooded forth.

"It's ok." Leeknow was comforting Jisung and I felt compelled to do the same. My brother needed me right now, and after all of this, we were the only two pillars left in our once happy family.

"J-Ji, come here." I pulled away from Jin, and Jisung's warm hands wrapped around my wrists as he pulled my arms around his petite frame. I squeezed him close to me, and he completely buried himself in me. I tangled my fingers into his hair and couldn't help shaking as I did my best to comfort him.

"Sh-She's gone." He whispered. A warm, wet feeling spread across my shirt and I knew it was Jisung's heavy tears soaking my clothes through.

"I-It's ok. It's going to b-be ok." I tried to reassure him. Of course I didn't know that. How could I? I was more convinced than ever nothing was going to be ok.

"Get out of here." His voice startled me and my eyes found their way to him. My mother's head lay in his lap and his fingers were stroking her hair. Did he actually care about her? The thought of Mr Lee having any emotions other than anger and hatred was completely alien to me.

"What do you mean?" Leeknow's voice was filled with suspicion as he eyed his father. Jin and him were stood protectively in front of Ji and I. Protecting us from the view as much as they could. I couldn't believe I had witnessed both of my parents die. Why was it me that had to keep experiencing this?

"I said, GET OUT OF HERE!" He screamed as his eyes fell upon us. Tears stained his face and his red eyes were darting between the four of us. I didn't even have a choice, Jin was dragging me away from there, obviously understanding we wouldn't get permission to leave again. Jisung was struggling, and crying out for his Mom as he fought against Min.

"Baby, stop." Min lifted him off of the ground, and carried him like he was his bride, towards Jin's car. Jisung was still crying out loudly and I couldn't stop staring back at the disturbing scene of the man who tortured me, crying over my dead mother like he wasn't a cruel unfeeling monster.

This would be the last time I ever saw her. That was going to be hard to deal with.

I sat in the car and didn't dare to move. We had been back at Jeongin's for an hour, but none of us could bring ourselves to get out of the car, or speak.

"Why did he let us go?" Jisung asked quietly. His voice was still laced with the heavy emotions he felt but he had stopped sobbing.

For now.

"I dunno, maybe he actually has human emotions." I murmured as I stared down at my broken hands intensely. Dried blood coated them and I wasn't sure what was mine and what wasn't.

"No. I know him. He's planning something." Minho said.

"This is far from over."

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