Catch me if you can <Lee Know ff>

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*this chapter contains child abuse, read at your own risk or skip until you see Minho's name
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Late in the evening, small beacons of light together with the crescent shape of the moon, slowly became more visible on the cloudy sky, indicating that it was getting late. The heads of the trees were illuminated by the warm coloured sunset as the wind would gently go through their leaves, creating a harmonious sound.

A 5 year old boy was playing outside of his house with a stick on the ground. He traced different shapes of animals, flowers and stars on the sandy dirt, trying to portray some kind of imagery. His pure smile creeped out on his small face, liking how his drawing was turning out. He was so focused on his game that he totally forgot about the screams and cries which were coming from the inside of the house.

That until someone's feet appeared in front of him, messing up his work in less than two seconds. His smile faded away as he looked up at the person who had just showed up.

"Daddy?" his big doe eyes wandered from the dad towards the house and vice-versa.

The drunk man, with nothing, but an empty soul, gave the little boy a dirty look before sticking his fat hand in the son's hair, grabbing it roughly. He didn't say anything, he just started walking to the entrance of the house as his hand was still tangled with strands of the boy's hair.

The little guy squirmed around, trying to release himself from the burning sensation on his scalp, but the more he moved, the more painful it felt. He started screaming for the father to let go, heavy tears now falling down his red cheeks.

"Daddy, it hurts! Please let go..." he put his small hands over the man's, trying to set himself free from the strong grip, but failed.

When they got inside, he tossed the boy away on the floor, near the laying body of his mother. She was beaten up, wounds and bruises were covering her arms and face; she probably had more all over her body, underneath the clothes. Though, having all the energy sucked out of her from all the beating she received, she still got up and ran to her kid to protect him. Taking the boy in her embrace, she looked terrified at the devil in front of them.

"Don't you dare hurt him too! You can do anything you want to me but not him, UNDERSTAND?!" she screamed the last part of her words, feeling frustrated that her husband might kill another one of their sons.

She started crying as she cupped his face, looking out for any injuries he might have had.

"Are you hurting anywhere? Did dad do something to you??"

"No mommy, I'm okay! But you are hurt..." he threw his arms around her neck, hugging her tightly.

That's when he saw, behind his mother, his baby brother, laying lifelessly on the cold parquet. His body froze, quiet sobs coming from his lips.

"Mommy... I-Is Minjun okay?" he asked with a shaky voice.

The mom didn't know what to tell the son. Her crushed heart itself still didn't want to accept the fact that her younger child had been brutally killed by his own father. She was a mess, a mother who failed to protect her baby from the scary monster. Inside her mind, she blamed herself over and over again for that fact, but promised she'll not get her last kid killed. She was going to protect him with all costs.

"Minjun...is just sleeping baby, we shouldn't disturb him..." she told him, trying to keep her tears in, her arms tightening around him as well.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands separating the kid from her, which made her heart to race. She saw how her husband was taking the little boy away, but she didn't give up, her fast reflexes acted up, managing to catch him by the arm.