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『3』Devise

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Chapter 3 - Devise

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de·vise

// dəˈvīz //

verb

1. plan or invent (a complex procedure, system, or mechanism) by careful thought.

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❝A goal without a plan is just what we wish.❞

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At the age of 15, Saeyoung had a manageable plan that brushed against his shaky fingertips. He ached to find out if it will work, or fail, or just something that will affect his and Saeran's life.

Once again he found his way walking throughout the eerie corridors, batting left in right and was left unseen. He felt like a ninja. Quiet, agile, aware...

It was once again that Saeran was receiving his daily beating; Mother stood by, dabbing the melting iron against his skin, with him screaming in pure agony, in pain. Finally, she kicked him across the ribs, sending him flying to the closest wall, a few feet away. She huffed, said her final words, and left the room. That was when Saeyoung took the opportunity to lunge towards his younger brother, whom was all frail and torn. He coughed out blood for a few moments, and Saeyoung only did nothing, crying, hugging him close.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered to the latter. "I couldn't do anything."

Despite his shallow breathing, Saeran managed to speak; "I....want to sleep."

"No, you can't sleep." Saeyoung said, remembering the last time he had repeated such words. He soothingly brushed his fingertips against Saeran's hair, telling him that he'll be alright, telling him to stay strong.

Saeyoung jumped when he heard a crash. Then a loud thump. His breath hitched, for he was immediately frightened from the abrupt noise and hoped that whoever did that wasn't some thief or murderer.

Looking around frantically was the only thing he was able to do. What to expect, what to do, what to say... He was panicking.

And as if life had turned on him somehow, the door opened. Saeyoung intuitively shielded Saeran from the person who did such an action, to let the light seep in, and glared. It was only until he realized that it was just (Name), with her bubbly smile reappearing on her lips.

"Hi, Saeyoung. Nice to meet you again."

Cuts and bruises were clearly evident on her skin. It was obvious that she fought somehow, and it seemed recent too. Even so, her smile covered that all up, like makeup, and she briskly made her way over to the two to help them up.

"We need to bring him to the hospital,"

"W-what are you doing?"

(Name) casually grinned, propping Saeran up by the shoulders and made her way out. She added with a, "Just helping!" as she walked through the threshold and didn't return.

Saeyoung, being more curious than worried, followed after her. What was she doing? Why is she here? How did she get hurt? Who is she bringing Saeran to? Where is she bringing Saeran to?

"(Name)! W-wait up!"

Outside, he saw sirens and alarms. Just then, he saw a brief glimpse of a retreating (Name) just by the sidewalk, nearing the closest ambulance that had medics and nurses nearby.

"Let go of me right now..!" screeched his Mother as she was dragged away to a police mobile. With handcuffs that prevented her from scratching the people around her, she was roughly shoved into the car and forced to sit there.

"You have been committed to serious crimes, ma'am. Better stay put or you'll get even worse consequences," said a policeman with a carefree tone.

Immediately, Saeyoung locked eyes with his mother. Her eerie gaze shot right through him, and only by then did he shudder in discomfort. All she did was scream and thrash around, her voice muffled from behind the windows - and he knew, right then and there, that he was carried into a death curse.

"Hey, Saeyoung," said a feminine voice, and Saeyoung had instantly recognized it to be (Name)'s. Her bubbly smile was more gentler this time, with a calmer demeanor surrounding her. She held an empathetic gaze, fixating them upon him. Saeyoung didn't seem to reply, for his flustered nature got the best of him by then. What could he say? Thank you?

"I...I'm sorry for not doing this sooner. I would probably reason my way out, but I have no excuses."

"N-no, don't be sorry. You saved me, and Saeran. You're a hero."

"A hero?" (Name) seemed to laugh. "I'm no hero! What I did was what justice would do. I'm just doing what I thought was right, even though I'm like 2 to 3 years late."

"I'm glad the plan worked though."

"I know right?! You're a genius! I'm glad that your assumptions was timed right, otherwise things might have went a bit too messy."

She seemed to cringe.

Saeyoung said nothing more, reluctant to ask a simple question that he was very unsure of. He worried that it would possibly hurt (Name) in some way, or some sort, but the risk was very tempting. He parted his lips, beginning to speak in a quiet, hesitant voice, and inquired,

"Did my mom hurt you really bad back there?"

"A little violence isn't all that bad. It hurts, but it was worth it." (Name) chuckled, patting her cheek where it had a noticeable bruise on it.

Saeyoung still worried though, it he clearly didn't show it.

And all he did was nod in approval.