Lost Sunlight ㅡ [JIHOPE]//hiatus

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"N-no yeobo, please!" The woman cried out.
"Not in front of our son!" She pleaded.

But the man continued his actions.
He slammed his fist against the fragile body serval times.
Some punches in the face, some in the stomach.

Everything the little kid could do was watching.
A seven year old boy could never do anything against it, could he?

The young woman passed out.
Her beautiful flawless skin was now covered with some new bruises and wounds. Blood came out of her mouth and nose as she breathed heavily.

"Mom!" The boy shouted.
"Mom!!!!"
He stood up and ran to his father.

"Dad please stop! You're hurting mom!" He cried as he held tightly onto his father's clothed legs, only to be roughly kicked away.

The boy yelped in pain as he tightly shut his eyes.
when he opened his eyes, he saw his dad kneeling in front of him.

"Don't you dare to tell daddy what to do." He smirked and grabbed the young boy's wrist.
"Now follow me to the bedroom before your mom wakes up."

When he felt his father pulling on his wrist, he quickly pulled away and mumbled something unaudible.

"what?" His dad raised his voice, obviously mad.
"....no" the boy started sniffling.

"NO! Let go of me! I don't want to do this again! Please!" He yelled.
"You son of a bitch..!" The father raised his hand before slapping his son, causing the small body to fall on the ground.

But instead of crying, he quickly got up and ran into the kitchen.
The older man followed him.

He saw the child with a usual kitchen knife in his hands.
The man laughed.
"You're seven! As if you'd kill me, yout own father! Hahaha!" He stepped closer to the scared boy.

"I will! Go away! I don't want Mom to cry every night! My beautiful Mom doesn't deserve a monster like you!"

"You'd kill your own Dad for a whore?"

"She's not a whore!" The boy said as he ran towards the tall man.

The man spat out blood as the knife hit his stomach.
Some blood flew onto the boy's face, but he didn't care.
He wanted to save his beloved mother.

The man stumbled back and eventually fell on his back, unconditionly.
The boy's mind went black when he sat on his father's bloody stomach and kept stabbing the corpse's chest serval times.

After a few minutes of stabbing, he snapped back to reality.

He smirked to himself before laughing out loud.
But the laughing soon turned into crying.
But not tears of regret because he just killed his father.
No.
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They were tears of joy.

Because he just saved his dear mother.