𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗖𝗘 // ʜᴀᴇᴄʜᴀɴ

✘ 34

The snow softly fell from the sky, the two twins staring off at the rundown playground from the rusty swing set on the farther side of the field.

Their hands clung tightly to the other's, the eerie sound of the swing at the slightest movement making them cringe.

Their tiny bodies shivered in the cold, but nothing could compare to the pain in their stomachs, the all too familiar pain of hunger.

Sneers and snickers were sent in their direction, the other kids looking down upon them for their weird behavior and distant nature.

The twins repulsed them, and it wasn't just them, the adults seemed to feel the same.

As for why, no one dared to say.

The boy sniffled, his nose red from the cold. “Noona... my feet are cold..”, he looked down at his feet, barely covered by the cloth of his ripped and torn socks.

The girl squeezed her brother's hand, not daring to look down. Instead, she stared straight out at the other kids just as the meal bell rang. “Don't look down, Ji. Keep your head up, they'll think you're weak.”.

Not another word was said after that as the two twins got down from the swing set, making their way towards the cafeteria.

The nun scoffed, handing the two a piece of bread, mold tickling the surface. “Soup is for the well-behaved.”, she sneered, waving them along.

Jisung took the bread, following his sister as she dragged him along.

He cried out as one of the older kids shoved his shoulder harshly, sending him, and the bread, to the floor.

The boy laughed as well as everyone else around him, stepping on the bread in disdain.

“Why won't you guys just starve already? We don't have room for freaks here.”.

Jisung teared up, silent tears spilling just as his sister grabbed his arms, helping him up.

“Don't cry...”, she whispers softly to him, glaring at the older boy.

“No wonder your parents didn't want you. At least mine had died protecting me.”, she spit in his face.

“Yours couldn't even look at you. They'd rather die than keep you.”.

The boy's eyes widened, tearing up. “T-that's not true...!!”, he clenched his fists, agrivated. “I-I'll kill you, Park Hyein!!!”.

The kids created a circle around them, laughs and cheers erupting the small cafeteria as Hyein groaned, tackling the boy to the ground, the lack of nutrients keeping them all down to just skin and bones.

Jisung shuffled on his feet, worried. “N-noona, l-let's just go...”, he trembled.

Hyein wiped her nose of blood as she twisted her body, ending up on top of the boy.

“You waste of space! Die! Die! Die!!!”, she screamed, throwing punch after punch, burned with rage.

The boy was yelling out, the other kids shuffling back as the nuns came over, ripping her away from him. “You little wench!! Mary, take James to the infirmary!”.

Hyein kicked and thrashed around as the nun dragged her out of the room, Jisung calling out to her.

“I hate you!! Let me go!! Let go, you bitch!!”, she screamed, biting the nun on the arm.

The nun growled, throwing her to the floor. “Ugh!! You damn rat!”.

Two other nuns came over, grabbing each of her arms as the other one gripped her arm.

“Take her to the correction chamber. No food or water for 6 days!!”, she glared at the little girl as she was taken away.

Jisung cried, tugging at the nun's sleeves as he begged her not to take his sister away, to which she scoffed, shoving him to the ground.

“And take this crybaby to his room. This is exactly why neither of you have been adopted yet!!”, she sneered, turning on her heel to walk away.

Just another day at the Sunshine Orphanage.

Jisung jolted awake, sitting up as he hieved, clutching his chest in a panic. Another nightmare.

His body trembles as he shakingly wiped the tears streaming down his face, burying his head in his arms as he curled up into a ball.

Pathetic, he thought.

I couldn't do anything then, and I still can't now. I'm still weak, pathetically weak...

✘

Ten individuals sat around the table, the atmosphere eerie and menacing.

“It seems an opportunity has risen for us to take our dear Neos and crush them.”, Jihoon smirked, standing at the head of the table.

A tablet was passed around the table for each figure to see, Jihoon chuckling.

“Let us prepare to execute our plan. A banquet will be held in one week's time. It'll be hosted by the leader of NCT himself, Lee Taeyong.”.

A hand was raised, Jihoon sighing. “Yes, Doyoung?”.

Doyoung stood up, smirking. “Do we get to kill anyone? Perhaps poison? Hyunsuk and I have been—”, he was cut off by a loud bang, Doyoung's mouth slaming shut.

Jihoon stared dangerously at the boy as Doyoung scoffed. “You could've shot me, hyung.”, he narrowed his eyes.

“You really test the limits, speaking so informally to your boss.”, Jihoon stared, his pistol still pointed at the boy.

Someone else raised their hand, leaning back in their seat.

“So, is everyone going, or?”, he stared nonchalantly, earning a small nod in return from Jihoon.

“It's a SS ranked operation. This is NCT we are dealing with, I need all hands on deck.”, Jihoon sighed, putting his pistol away.

“Yoshi, Junkyu, Haruto. You three are of rooftop duty. Hyunsuk, Jaehyuk, Asahi. You three are on disguise. Security should do. And finally, Doyoung, Junghwan, Jeongwoo and I will crash the party.”, Jihoon smirks.

They all bow their heads in agreement as they went over to plan. How, when, and where to strike.

“I will not let this deal fall through.”, Jihoon glares down at the tablet, his hands tightly clenching the edge of the table.

“Park Hyein and Park Jisung... I'll have you both soon.”.

Have you geniuses come up with a theory yet for Hyein and Jisung??

I'm honestly curious about what you guys think of their backstory-