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My hands tremble and my eyes water as I start to stand in a defensive manner. Something is behind his voice and it's anything but good. It never was.
My body feels hot and sweat starts trickling down my neck. I distance myself from him as I take a few steps backward. With every move I make, I get more and more terrified.
My breath quickens as I see him walking towards me. Suddenly, everything is silent and the world is filled with darkness.
Once I see that my members stand by my side, my tense body relaxes. This is what facing your fears feels like.
A chuckle leaves the tall man, dangerous and deep. "That's not the way you should talk to me after not seeing me for so many years," he intentionally speaks in German.
The boys wear puzzled expressions as their minds are still a surging perplexity.
I hear my members whispering around, asking if Namjoon knows what he said, but the leader shakes his head in denial.
He suddenly strides towards me as the boys are occupied with the other people next to the grave of my grandmother, asking if they know who he is.
I shut my eyes tightly, startle and shriek back, expecting to be attacked by my very own blood and flesh, but I don't feel anything physically.
Opening my eyes slowly, they widen while staring at him being tackled back.
"Don't fucking touch her, you old ass bag."
The tall man frees himself from the young boy's hold. He chuckles once again while gazing at the black-haired boy. "Long time no see, Serpiente."
