Broken <Stray Kids ff>

Chapter 1

Kim Jimin remember the day clearly in her head, March 20, 2017. The day her family died. The murderer came into their home when she was out with her friends. She returned home to nobody there.

Jimin lived alone now that she had no more relatives. It seemed like a carefully planned out trap, killing all living family members and scarring her, only to come back and burn her down again. Nobody would know she was missing anyways. Was it a plan though? Maybe not. Maybe it was just a huge coincidence. Whatever the case was, Hyunjin never told her, even while she begged him on the brink of death.

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It was the anniversary of your parents' death, March 20. Visiting them in the graveyard became a monthly thing for Jimin. She wanted to understand why the murderer chose her family out of billions more. What had she done that made him choose her? Was it all just fate? Countless thoughts like these would always wonder in her mind.

"Ahem."

Jimin heard someone cough and looked up and couldn't help but notice the young boys dimples.

"Who're you visiting?"

You looked back down and answered the boy, "My parents."

He nodded, understanding her solemness, "Me too."

"How did they die?"

"They died in a car accident..." He chuckled between continuing, "You're pretty straight forward. What about yours? If you don't mind me asking."

"There was a murderer." She bluntly stated.

His eyes widened, "Oh my... I'm sorry I shouldn't have pried."

"It's fine, I chose to answer your question..."

"Oh, my name is Jeongin, what about you?"

"Jimin."

His eyes widened yet again, "Jimin." He murmured quietly, seemingly thinking deeply.

You tried to ignore his weird reaction, noddding your head politely and standing up, "I have to go, maybe I'll see you around."

He dipped his head back at her as she walked away.

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Footsteps echoed behind her as she walked home from an Internet cafe, making her turn around every other minute to check if anyone was following her. No matter how swiftly she turned her head, she could never catch the culprit. She glanced at your watch, turning on the light and checking the time. Oh gosh it's 11:50 p.m. already. I need to spend less time out.

Just as she was about to unlock the door of your apartment, a hand whipped across your mouth, clamping it shut tightly. Jimin was about to bite down at his hand harshly when his other arm wrapped around her waist and brought a white cloth up to her nose. She slumped back into her kidnapper's arms.

Jimin's kidnapper took out his phone, checking the time: 11:59 a.m. it read. Perfect, it's still March 20th. I'm right on time.