The star is mine (completed)

XXV: Love and fear

I'm sorry for missing a publish day by three days and then dropping this...

Anyways there's only one person who actually reads ts so shoutout to IconicAtinyArmy i guess, thanks for voting <3

Wooyoung's POV

There it is. The house where my sister lives, or so we've been told. I can't really believe I'm about to see her again, after all those years. What will I even say? I've blamed her for leaving so many times, I hated her for so long but all I want now is to see her again.

She'll recognize me, I'm sure. Or maybe she won't. She'll be at home, opening the door, or maybe she's gone shopping and we need to wait a few hours. Or maybe someone else opens the door, she has a husband and kids, or a boyfriend to take care of her.

San takes my hand.

'What if she's not there?', I ask him.

'We'll find her', he assures me.

'You promise?'

'I promise', he smiles, and my heart suddenly isn't beating so fast anymore, and my head is spinning a little slower.

'I love you', I whisper.

'I love you', he responds, and kisses me on the lips. Slow and tender, strong and comforting, one hand on the back of my neck, the other gently squeezing my thigh.

He pulls back and opens his car door, stepping out onto the driveway which leads to a small house with a gable roof and dark grey roof tiles. The grass is perfectly green, the sky is perfectly blue and it all feels so peaceful.

Too peaceful, maybe.

I get out of the car too, and we're walking up to the front door, hand in hand, step by step until we're close enough for San to reach the doorbell on the classic, white painted wooden porch.

The door opens with a little squeak and a face appears behind the doorframe, but it doesn't belong to my sister, it's a man, dressed in all black, reminding me of the man who kidnapped me.

He looks equally dangerous, tattooed and has the same gelled, dark hair.

San's POV

I hear a rumbling noise come out of the hallway, but I'm supposed to be home alone. My father is out, I don't know where, as usual, and since my mother died, I'm always alone in this big mansion. And I haven't heard from Jongho in two weeks.

Before he left, he told me he was going to run away with his girlfriend, and I just laughed in his face, thinking he would never have the damn guts. He kept his promise, and left me clueless to where he is now, but I don't care, he's 18 and he can go wherever he want.

Or at least that's what I'm telling myself.

I walk out into the hallway, to see a door slightly opened, the sound coming from behind it.

'Fuck, it's dad's office', I mumble to myself and slowly approach it.

Before I even see who's in there, I grab my phone and call my dad to tell him what's happening, but when he doesn't immediately pick up the phone, I don't even bother to turn it off, assuming he won't be answering, like he always does.

I hesitate, but then slowly push open the door to see who's inside, shocked to find my brother, crouching in front of an opened safe, clumsily pushing money into a duffle bag, as quickly as he can.

'Jongho?'

He jumps up, freezing.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

'I told you, I was going to run away with her and...'

'You need money, apparently'

'I-', he hesitates, 'You're not going to tell dad, are you?'

A few moments of silence pass, feeling like an eternity. 'You know I can't promise you that, Jongho'

'Please'

'I can't just pretend as if I didn't notice someone broke in and robbed his safe'

'I'll put the money back, just... Please, don't tell him'

I didn't even bother to respond anymore, trying to act as if I don't care, turning my back on him and walking out of the room.

I only remember vaguely what happened afterwards. Except for a few memories that still feel so vibrant, as if it was just yesterday.

A gunshot.

Running towards the sound.

Jongho coming out of the office.

The sharp clank of metal hitting the floor.

My dad's last, painful breath.

Jongho screaming, 'It's all your fault'.

It is my fault, I only realized it when I took out my phone and noticed I never turned it off. He picked up the phone. He heard everything Jongho told me. He must've come rushing home knowing he was getting robbed.

It's my fault.

Wooyoung's POV

My head is spinning, my hands tied behind my back and a piece of cloth muffling my attempt to scream.

'San', I try to say, looking around to find him, still unconscious, also tied to a chair.

There's a thin stream of blood dripping down from his head, and I'm too worried about him to notice my own injuries. I'm also covered in bruises, my dry, covered mouth tasting faintly like blood and my wrists wounded from struggling.

'San', I try to scream again, failing.

Even though I know he'll never hear me, I keep screaming his name until I'm too out of breath to continue, and it's killing me to not even know whether he's alive or not.

Where am I?

I try to bring the pieces together, I went looking for my sister, ended up here, rang the doorbell and...

'Woo', I hear a muffled sound from the other side of the room.

San.

I look around for a way out but give up as soon as I notice we're in a room with no windows, only a faint, yellow light in the corner next to a heavy door that has to be locked.

'Woo', again.

Hearing his broken voice hurts worse than my injuries.

What did I get us into?

What is this place even?

Why did Hannah tell us my sister lives here?

'San'

The door finally opens, a man stepping through, and I recognize his face, but I don't know from where. San tries to mumble something, but is also limited by the cloth on his face.

Only then, I notice the man is holding a gun, which he immediately points to San's head. My heart stops for a second, thinking he's going to shoot, but instead he pulls the cloth off of San's face with force.

'Jongho, what the fuck are you doing?'

Jongho?