Touch of Broken Things

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A/N: Hi everyone! WELCOME TO TOUCH OF BROKEN THINGS!! Thank you so much for clicking on this story!

Based on my fanfic story: Touch of Broken Things [JINKOOK]
Names have changed, plot and story are still the same

If you would like to read the fanfic version of this story, it can be found on my other account TheQuietLoser13, or AO3 under my account TheQuietLoser

November is National Writing Month, which means it's also Nanowrimo month. In my class, we were told to write a 3000-word story in a month.

I asked my teacher for tropes and these were the ones she gave me.

• mafia
• ugly duckling
• if I can't have you, no one can
• death by cliff

I asked my cousin to help me with the story by incorporating all these tropes into my one shot and my teacher helped me with the ending. Anyways, I was able to finish this the first week of December and spent the last few days editing and cutting the story to make it as short as possible.

Heavily inspired by Erroneous by Masquerade16

Ok, that's all I have to say

HOPE YOU ENJOY THE STORY!!

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From the moment Rosemary was born, success was in her destiny.

Her father worked in an "underground business", dreaming of someday resigning and starting a family. His dream seemed impossible until he met the love of his life.

The day he left with consent from his boss, he vowed never to speak a word of his past to his family.

He moved away to leave that life behind with his wife, who was eventually impregnated and gave birth to a beautiful baby they named Rosemary. For some time, life was a dream come true until everyone was forced to wake up.

His wife's dead body was found in their car parked on the driveway marked with bleeding stab wounds scattered over her torso and a knife plunged to her neck. The smell of iron in the air mixed with the sound of a baby screaming in the back seat felt like a hallucination. His heart turned to stone that day and never thawed.

Rosemary must have been 2 months old when her mother was killed. 2 months old when her dad gave her up for his best friend and wife to raise while he returned to his mafia to avenge his late wife, promising to come back for his daughter someday. Growing up, Rosemary's foster family told her fairytale-like stories about how her father was a hero fighting evil and that he'd return when it was safe.

Years passed until Rosemary was six and her foster parents were pregnant with a child of their own. By then, her father's stories became nothing but tales and her dad became a character, never real to begin with.

Xander was born a few months after Rosemary's birthday. The moment she saw the red scrunched-up, little head wrapped in a blanket bundle, she discovered what a miracle was. For the first time in her life, Rosemary had a friend.

Years went by and the two best friends were inseparable.

They loved each other in a way only they could understand. They didn't have to say it, didn't have to show it, they just knew.

Rosemary often found herself stopping Xander from leaving the house. He had become the most important thing to her, so she wanted him safe from the cruel world she was taught to stay away from. There were times when he'd obeyed and times when he complained. It always ended the same, with a promise. A promise to read to him, cook for him, or to play with him. Yet to her, these actions were the reactions of a promise she made to herself: always protect him.

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