DLMLU

You Found me

Jisung had just turned six years old when his cousin's parents took him early in the morning. Jisung learned at an early age anything and everything can easily be ripped away from you in one swift move like a dam breaking and letting the water plummet, there was no chance of stopping it. The tendering care and love he had for the first six years of his life became nothing over night.

"Sungie-ah, come here." Mrs. Han asked the child sweetly to come to her and sit with her in front of the outdoor firepit. He had waddled his way sleepily rubbing his eyes as he lifted his arms up to be held by his mother.

"Momma, can you show me the stars again?" Little Jisung said as he nuzzled closer to her. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, securing her grip on the boy. His father doused the fire so it would be smouldering so they could see the night sky.

Smoke burned the little boy's eyes, and he shoved his face into his mothers beating chest groaning. She hummed with a soft smile as she looked up to search the stars. His father came behind his mother and set his arms on her shoulders.

"Sungie-ah, my little star." His mother hummed. It was melodic and Jisung peaked up at the sky seeing where his father started pointing.

"That is 'Spica' that's the brightest star of your sign Hannie-ah. That's the star we use to see you when we can't see you." His mother spoke. Jisung's eyes widened seeing where they pointed. Most nights its hard to see because of light pollution but tonight it was brighter than ever. Jisung giggled.

"So, I can see you too!" Jisung smiled as his father softly chuckled. "Of course, my boy. That's the star you can use when you need to see us while we are on our trip." His father sat in front of him seeing Jisungs smile slowly fade.

"You're leaving again?" Jisung saddened. Looking down at his fingers. He grew to always look at his fingernails. Finding out your parents were being sent across the world for their jobs again. He tried to be strong, not wanting to miss his parents, holding in his little tears. They called him their 'Star in the Night'. They would point at the same one say that's him when they are away. They see it every night. it would make the boy smile and say he will always shine up above the night sky, like the little nursery rhyme they would sing him. He had fallen asleep cradled in his mothers' arms and was gently placed in bed. A soft kiss to his forehead.

"We will see you soon, my little star in the night."

That night, that sole Spica star dimmed so much that when Jisung went to look up in the sky, barely focusing. He couldn't see it. that night his life and sky went dark. his aunt Mae-Yu came and picked him up that next morning. Her eyes red, her nose raw with dried skin. he hair not as luxurious as it normally would be.

Little Jisung was too young to understand where they went or why they never came back. why suddenly his smile was beginning to fade over time. why his aunt and uncle began to segregate him. he wasn't allowed out of the house anymore. his aunt and uncle started homeschooling him. It wasn't till he was ten years old when he found out the truth. Changbin was Twelve at that time, his cousin. he always seemed cold and secluded. Jisung barely knew his cousin even if he lived with them for four years by this point.

Changbin's parents despised both of them. When they realised Jisung started developing anxiety at such an early age. they never realised they made him like that. Jisung wasn't allowed friends, he wasn't allowed to see Changbin often either even when they lived in the same house. Jisung was forced to live in a little storage area. Changbin was normally locked up in his own room.

He was constantly lied to, for four years. His aunt and uncle continuously lied to him. he was in the middle of collecting dishes from different rooms to put into the dishwasher, one of the many daily chores he was given he remembered being told to never enter the office when the door is closed, but it was wide open, taking it as a sign he was allowed to enter. his little bucket that held cups and plates was set on the ground. the room was a mess. papers everywhere. it was not like the rest of the house that was cleaned by an OCD person. This was a wreck that would set off any cleaning freak into a frenzy. That's what happened to him. his hands just started collecting papers stacking them. a folder was wide open on the table when he saw a photo of himself paper clipped to the file. he furrowed his brows, tilting his head in utter confusion when he saw himself.