Heart breaker || minsung

T W E N T Y - T W O

A/N: I've almost finished writing the book so be ready to get chapters more frequently!!!
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TW: Mention of attempted suicide, murder, brief description of fatal car crash, mention of depression, people dying, and mention of cutting.

Jisung was angry. He hated violence, ever since he had seen his first foster parents and siblings die. He had seen his 'mum' and 'brother' get shot. He had been the only survivor in the car crash that had occurred when he and his 'sister', 'dad' and Jisung had been on their way to the funeral.

No, he wasn't innocent. Just traumatized.

The orphanage had to get Jisung therapy because he had been depressed. He had started cutting and he had even tried to kill himself when he had gotten adopted again, thinking it would just happen again.

But it didn't happen again. Jisung had been adopted by Yugyeom.

Jisung stalked the outside of the nurse's room and, once he had seen Changbin and Minho leave, he entered and told the nurse that he felt sick. It wasn't a complete lie.

The nurse called one of Jisung's many contact numbers and Sana had been the only person to pick up the phone.

"Miss Minatozaki will be here in half an hour," the nurse said, clearly flinching from the name, "just take some rest in the meantime."

Jisung nodded and lay down. He curled up and sniffled, then fell asleep five minutes later.

F L A S H B A C K
***

"Jisung, could you get the door?" Han RaMi called from the kitchen.

Jisung raced down the stairs and opened the door.

"Hello-!"

"Stay quiet and let me in," the man growled, holding a gun to Jisung's head, "don't scream or I'll shoot."

Jisung did as he was told. The nine-year-old was terrified.

"Jisung, who was it?" RaMi called out.

Jisung sniffled, tears rolling down his cheeks as the man led him to the kitchen.

"Drop the knife and he won't be harmed," the stranger said, pressing the barrel to Jisung head harder.

RaMi dropped the knife onto the chopping board and turned around, her eyes wide and scared.

"Mum!?" Han Akiro called out from the living room. "You ok? I heard you drop the knife."

"E-everything's fine, sweetie," RaMi called out.

The man pushed Jisung to the ground and shot RaMi.

"Mum!"

Akiro ran into the kitchen and before he could do anything, he was shot too.

Jisung stared. He had just seen his family die. In front of him. And he was next.

"Now, why don't we play?" The stranger said, smiling psychotically.

"S-stop-" Jisung whimpered, scrambling away from him.

"I'd love to see your parent's faces after I tell them what I'm going to do to you," he smirked, "you can be mine... Just pleasure me and I'll give you anything you want. I'd love to have someone like you."

The man was approaching too fast. He was on Jisung, trying to rip his shirt off.

Suddenly, the front door was kicked down and the police stormed the house.

"Shit," the man cursed.

He stood up and ran out the back door, the police missing him by a second.

***

"Jisung, it wasn't your fault." Han Geo said soothingly.

Jisung stared up at him. "B-but-"

"Jisung, shut up." Han Yuki said, glaring at Jisung, "we all know it was your fault. You're not a part of this family, yet you were the one spared. You should've died instead."

Jisung looked down, tears filling his eyes.

"Yuki," Geo said warningly, taking his eyes off the road.

His eyes were off the road for a second too long.

The world was spinning.

There were yells.

Screams.

Shouts.

There was a ringing in Jisung's ears. He turned his head and saw Yuki looking at him. He crawled to her, hugging her tightly. Jisung's body was numb, making it almost impossible to crawl to his sister.

'I'm sorry. You weren't at fault. I was the one who figured out who you were, so I...'

Jisung read her lips and started screaming when she stopped talking and fell limp in his arms.

Jisung turned to Geo, but he was already gone.

Jisung cried and screamed from the pain. Both, emotional and physical.

***
F L A S H B A C K E N D

Jisung woke up, gasping for air, Sana in front of him.

"Jisung!" She said, helping him sit up. "Are you ok? Was it a nightmare? Are you sick? Jisung-"

"I-I'm fine..." Jisung said quietly, gulping the water the nurse had handed him.

"I'm taking you home," Sana said, "you're off sick for the rest of the week."

"Eo-Sana, it's Friday," Jisung says. He would've laughed in a different situation.

"T-then you... You're not going anywhere over the weekend, ok?" Sana said.

Jisung nodded. "T-thank you... Eomma."