OVER ME [ZEROBASEONE]

VII.

Finding a decent being among billions of humans is hard. The ratio is something like 1 out of 9 people.

Han yujin had to be that one out of the rest of his teammates.

He obviously did not tell fyona about the number of people in his team. In fact, he had not uttered much since he had been here. He just knows he is the only one who has been acting sane around her ever since her arrival.

Fyona was served with a large meal by yujin who let her eat in silence as he took it upon himself to help out and organize her room a bit since everything was all over the place, even with his forearm hurt and wrapped.

He even noticed the small piece of blade laying around unattended and quickly put it in his pocket in an attempt of getting it out of sight in case the girl in the same room as him gets some sort of triggering thoughts because of it.

Fyona finished her first-ever meal since living here, not a single thing was left on her plate as it has been licked clean.

She silently turned to the boy who was busy hanging the clothes in the closet, something she was supposed to do but he took over for her even when nobody asked him to.

She crooked her head as she admired the glimpse of innocence across his features, raising questions in her as to why is he here in a house filled with psychotic people.

"Oh, you're done?" He questioned quietly his voice barely able to make its way to her ears.

He somehow looked like a deer caught in headlights as he faced the girl with an unreadable expression and with his hands holding onto a shirt, it made the girl smile ever so slightly before she dropped the expression with a nod.

"Ugh, okay, I'm.." His voice trailed off as his eyes searched around, thinking of the next best thing to say, but it seemed like he was struggling with a hard task in his hand, so fyona decided to help him out.

"How old are you?"  Her voice was slight and soft as it made its way to the boy who took a few seconds to reply.

"I-I'm sixteen.." He looked down while scratching his nape which, along with his ears, was painted a bright shade of red.

Fyona rose a brow as she thought about the possibility of him being here. Could he be one of the male's sons? Could he be a younger brother?

"Are you friends with the people here? Or are you..."

"..member." He answered her unfinished question. Fyona stared at him from her desk with amusement as she thought about his possible position as a member.

Fyona still remembers the conversation she had with the leader or Zhang hao as he called himself. He said he was the leader of this "team". It can't be any kind of normal team as no normal team would go around kidnapping, torturing, and killing people. She theorized that they were somehow associated with gangsters or possibly an organization or something along the line.

"Your members kill." It was not a question and she did not intend for it to be so either, but maybe she should have been careful with her words because once the boy's eyes connected with hers, she could sense the rage she woke in him.

"Don't take my young age and nice gestures as a way to get shit in and out of me. I might be young, but I surely am not stupid." His eyes darkened as he made sure every word went through.

He turned around as he continued on organizing. He did not intend on sounding mean or scaring her in any kind of way, but he knew if he provides her with any information he shouldn't, they both will get into trouble.

"No one in our hands gets killed for no reason." He answered as he moved back and forth from the closet.

"My dad.." She was whispering, yet he was able to pick it up.

He took a glance over his shoulder and saw her sitting quietly on the chair with her head bowed down.

He instantly felt sorry for her and what she had gone through. He sometimes question her involvement with their matter but he knew his older teammates and especially his leader would not do something so bad for no reason.

"You will learn fyona. You'll know why." He answered with a sigh before completely turning to her.

"Take a shower, it should be able to calm you down. I'll come back shortly after you are done to help you with your bandages."

With that, yujin took the empty plate and left the room, making sure to lock the door behind himself as he left the girl alone with her thoughts.

Fyona took a glance around and found almost everything organized.

A wave of warmth washed over her as she thought back to the young boy. He has been the only nice person to her so far. Even when he got a bit mad at her words, he still seemed like he did not want to lash out at her. Even when she said something slightly bad about his teammates, he did not turn to her with a face red as a tomato because of anger and did not pressure her into killing herself as his friend did. Instead, he stayed quiet and fixed the mess she should have taken care of. And not only that but the fact that he went out of his way to pick an outfit and lay it there on her bed along with a towel and anything she might need for her shower.

She could tell he probably was the only one actually confused and worried about her wellbeing.

She sighed and pick up the stuff left for her on the bed and headed to the bathroom. After placing her new change of outfit in a basket and getting out of her pajamas, she pulled all the shower essentials out of the plastic bags that were still sitting in the middle of the bathroom and headed inside the shower, but not before removing the bandages wrapped around her palms.

Tension washed down her body once the shower was turned on. Droplets of warm water skied over her figure and splashed on the tiled floor, making a calm rhythm. Her hair became a shade darker as the water molecules damped her head. The water came as a soothing cascade as if she were within arms that flow and hugged ever so gently, putting her at ease after another day filled with complications.

Fyona sighed, wondering were did it all go wrong. She couldn't help but wonder if anyone was looking for her. Maybe her grandma is worried and wondering why haven't they returned from their trip yet. Maybe her school friends are trying to contact her and grow worried when she doesn't answer. Maybe someone is actually looking for her.

She couldn't do much but hope. She hoped someone was looking for her.