𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝐁𝐋

FIFTEEN.

Warning: Depiction of Graphic Violence, Derogatory Language, Brief Mention of Domestic Violence. yandere behavior

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PAST

(Eight Years Old)

Fury. Raw and primal at its finest.

At one point, Xin Hui had assumed that whatever emotion he felt was a byproduct of his upbringing. The environment he had grown up in had morphed his understanding of the world—had warped and twisted it into something darker; more sinister. The little things he allowed himself to feel were just remnants from the acting roles he did.

Reality, or acting? It was hard for his otherwise young mind to separate the two.

But this was real. This fucking anger was real.

"So you hit Y/n? Multiple times? Because he refused to play with you?" Xin Hui scoffed, "is that a habit you learned from your father?" The crazed smile on his face grew larger. "Oh. Right. Because he always hits you, right?"

"P-Please stop..." The boy, aged ten—his name was Jang or something—whimpered, "you're scaring me..."

Oh. Scaring him? Tell him something he didn't know.

"A-Are you going to hit me...too?"

"Of course not." Xin Hui looked innocently at him, pointing his finger at the broken mess on the floor. All his toys, books—all of the poor boy's belongings discarded and wrecked on the floor. "I mean, this is enough, right?"

"My items...my father is going to be so mad at me!" He cried out, sobbing, "Xin, please—please—"

"Your sobbing is annoying," Xin Hui looked at him, "oh, and right." He glanced at Jang. "Your father is in jail. I reported him for domestic abuse. Congratulations. You're safe."

The boy stopped crying.

Xin Hui smiled at him.

"...And...remember to tell your mother to get a job, or you'll both starve."

Revenge. The first time Xin Hui had tasted it, he feared he would get addicted to it.

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PRESENT

That same feeling for more than a decade ago came flooding back.

Xin Hui stared numbly at Y/n, and then at Park Hyung. That bastard...that bastard...

There was a moment or two as everyone was stunned into silence after Y/n's collapse. Actually, not just a moment of two, but a few minutes. Five? Six? Ten? Twenty? It dragged on for eternity. If he doesn't wake up in five, four, three, two—

"Ugh."

Y/n winced as he sat up.

His hands groped at his waist, noticing a bandage at the wound. People hurried over as soon as they noticed him awake.

"Y/n!" Holly breathed out a small sigh of relief, "It seems you are well. Thankfully, it was just a graze, and nothing too serious. But to think you would collapse like that..."

"It was partially due to exhaustion." Miho (the medic) tutted, "Don't overexert yourself, alright?"

"Mm." Y/n looked around immediately.

"The scene —"

"Don't even think of doing the scene now!" Holly reprimanded, "rest. What are you even thinking, filming when you're injured? I already scolded the prop team."