The Mission || Minsung

Eight (TW)

TW: SA, murder, mention of violence.

"Run. Run away before they find you. They show no mercy, my boy. They betrayed..." Mr Lee's voice was cut off in the middle as a bullet shot through his head.

Blood sputtered on Minho's face as he watched his father's body turn limp right before his eyes. A scream filled with pure agony left his throat, tears blurring his vision.

"No! No! You monsters, you murderers!" Minho's mother screamed, her pained voice filling the room that was now dead silent.

She struggled as a man approached her and slapped her right across the face.

"Shut up, you bitch, if you don't want the same thing happen to your son!" The man snapped at her.

"No, leave my baby out of this. Do anything that you want. Just leave him alone. Please." She begged, closing her eyes shut as she sobbed.

"Our boss decides that." The man snickered.

Suddenly, more men entered the room and one put a drugged cloth right on Minho's face. He old squirmed and kicked, letting out muffled cries as he felt his vision getting blurry.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he didn't miss the way a group of men tore open his mother's clothes, and he didn't even have the energy to scream.

He wished he was a better son. He wished his father was alive. He wished he could protect his mother, the person he could die for.

His mother's screams reached every inch of his existence, making him shut his eyes in pain. He'd never felt so helpless before.

"Let me go!" He cried, but his sound was muffled by a gag. The drug was working on him, and it was hard to keep his eyes open.

A man with undeniable authority approached them, but Minho couldn't see his face as his vision was getting blurry.

He felt a man touching his body and sticking his hand in his underwear, making Minho scream at the uncomfortable feeling.

"Leave my baby alone!" His mother cried.

"You're a monster... You..." His mother said something else that he couldn't understand.

The man continued to touch him, suddenly removing his own clothes as he entered his fingers inside Minho, making the boy scream out and beg him to stop. He couldn't take it. It felt as if his insides were being torn open.

The feeling of extreme pain in his lower back as the man ruthlessly assaulted him was the only thing he remembered before passing out.

That was last memory he had of his mother being awake.

It was the day he lost his everything.

"No!" Minho jolted awake, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he trembled. Tears were freely flowing from his eyes and all the haunting screams of that day were filling up his mind. He couldn't forget the way that man fucked him ruthlessly, while he was just a child. He couldn't forget any of it.

And that was driving him insane.

"I'm sorry... Mom...Dad..." He sobbed, bringing his knees to his face and curled up in a ball.

He couldn't calm down, not anymore. He had stopped getting nightmare after going to therapy for years... He couldn't be getting them again. He tried to recall the reason that triggered these traumatising memories.

His brain paused at one, making his blood boil.

Han Jisung.

Of course it was a Han. Of course it was the son of the man who did those gruesome things to his mother.