Slavery || Lee Taeyong

0.12

Flashback

Nakamoto Yuta was well on his way to the colony, where he was told he'd find his parents. 

He gripped the steering wheel as his palms dripped with sweat. The pressure was all on him. 

"Are we there yet?" called a voice from the back seat. His little sister. "Almost, just a little longer," Yuta replied. 

"I'm hungry," the younger whined softly. Yuta winced at the evident pain in her voice. "I'll pull over in a sec," he said. 

He stopped at what seemed to be a small building. Stepping out of the car, he opened the trunk to reveal a plastic bag full of snacks for the trip. He grabbed a packet of chips hastily and shut the trunk. 

Suddenly, a loud sound shot through the air, causing Yuta to drop his chips. His brain automatically registered it as a gunshot, but he refused to believe it. 

In an instant, another bang was heard, closer this time. He rushed into the car, forgetting about his hungry sister. 

While he was reversing out of the parking space, the loudest, and the closest gunshot was heard. 

The shriek let out by his sister was more than enough to tell him that he needed to get out quickly. 

The building in which he had parked at was only a story or two tall. You could easily see two figures, a male, and a female, standing from the balcony, looking like they were having a lot of fun. 

And then the female lifted her arm. And pointed it towards Yuta's car. He was terrified, to say the least. 

He shoved his foot onto the gas pedal, but it was no use. Due to haste, he drove into a curb and was not able to turn quickly enough to dodge the incoming bullet. 

The one that flew right through the window of the car, aimed straight for the forehead of Yuta Nakamoto's younger sister. 

She died. 

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Present Time

Yuta Nakamoto gripped the steering wheel as his palms dripped with sweat. The pressure was all on him.

The others were still at the master's home, probably slacking off. It seemed as if they never actually did any work, except for the females. 

The current moment brought back memories of his sister, and how she died. He remembered it all so vividly. 

He remembered everything in perfect chronological order, except for the two faces, who shot his sister. 

The others stayed at Daehyun's place for their working period, but Yuta drove an hour home to his father's mansion. It was tiresome, to say the least, but his father demanded that he stay nowhere else but his own home for the night.

It was the same car from years ago, that he still used now, although it was barely composed of the same parts. The windows that had broken were replaced, as with the leather seating and outer paint coat.

Five minutes left until Yuta's curfew. He should be home at 10:00, not a minute more. 

He already knew the consequences. 

And then he pulled up at the mansion, towering above him and all the surrounding buildings. With barely a minute to spare. 

a/n:

a short half-length chapter pretty much dedicated to nakamoto yuta cuz idk why not

also tytyty for 1k wow lol