He knocked on the door, not sure if the girl went there. He carefully opened the door, seeing the girl sitting on his bed, holding her knees, trying to calm down.
When she realized, that the door opened, she looked at it, gasping again. "Can... I come in?" he asked, trying to sound calm. She didn't said anything.
He carefully closed the door, coming closer but stopped infront of the bed in a safe distance to her.
"Listen, there was a reason why I ordered you to not ever enter a room you find when walking around here, that is not one of ours! It was my own fault, since I left it open..." He carefully sat down on the bed, which made her flinch.
The leader felt bad, yet he didn't even knew why he suddenly cared or why he had such a strange feeling. Months had passed aready where he started to distance himself from her and tried to avoid her, even giving her the feeling that she wasn't allowed to be around the others.
He didn't understood himself, why he cared now. Possibly because he thought of the way Jaehyun looked at him again, when she saw them. Imagining how he must feel if that would be his sister looking at him the way she just did. No... he had that feeling before that already...
"I... am sorry... you had to witness that... again. That you saw your brother like that again..." he looked at her. She was still sitting there, hugging her knees, not looking at him, but he realized that she was less stiff than when he entered, knowing she was listening to his words.
"I won't... treat you like last time you saw something like that... I promised your brothers... what we talked about in the garden.. what I said... was honest. I deeply apologize.." He got up from the bed. She followed his movements, loosening her grip around her knees.
"It is really late... and it was a long rough day for you too... you really should go to sleep now.. and rest to recover..." He said, walking to the door. When he was in the door frame, he turned around again. "Good night..." He said, before he actually left the girl alone.
The leader went back to the room he wanted to sleep in before. He locked the door and layed in the bed of the younger one.
To the girls surprise, she was easily able to fall asleep again, despite to what she had just seen, while the male was laying awake in the room, deep in his thoughts about the girl, their talk and his decisions.
He was doubting himself if he was doing the right thing. He turned to the side, closing his eyes.
The young teenage boy was standing in a dark room, surrounded by some man.
One of the man behind his back, was his father. Many men were laying on the ground, covered in blood.
The boy's face also had some red sprinkles. His father was stepping forward. The boy was looking at the lifeless bodies infront of him.
His father pulled him by his shoulder, turning him around roughly. "Stop crying, baby!" He scolded.
"You are fucking sixteen years old!" "I am twelve, appa." "What does this matter! You are still a weak little bastard!" He scolded.
