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"Do you know where mom is?"
Black paint, black ink, black water.
Men in black suits, and a rotting rose.
Jaemin was pushed back out of the room, everyone looked like they've seen something out of the horror movie. The maids were screaming and terrified but Jaemin always wonder why his dad never cried nor do anything...
He have everything except emotion. He sat on that black leather chair and bid small stones for many zeros. "Go to your room, Minhyung is there".
He said, and Jaemin surrender. His eyes was scary so Jaemin ran away far from that corridor and throw himself to someone warm.
"Minhyung why is mom like that" Jaemin cries hugging the older male. Weakly he pull him down the floor. Jaemin hugged Minhyung tightly sobbing, yet felt at ease as he feel arms wrapped around him.
"Its okay Nana" a comfort whisper. "I'm here, always here" He repeat.
Like a swan. Minhyunh promised. He will only love one. If one die, he will die soon too.
That was the first and last day Jaemin had gaze upon her mother. The notorious crazy woman that roam the white house, because the bedroom was empty and all white again as soon as Jaemin woke up the nexy day.
"She left" Jaemin cried. Piano forgotten and the violin is pushed away from Minhyung's arms. "Don't leave me too".
The older would only say, "I can't because you will die too".
