TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+

01.

"Minjoon!"

I woke up feeling sweat running down my neck. My heart beating at an inhuman pace. I turned to my left, feeling no one beside me. I jolted up. In an instant, I felt so many emotions. I could not even register all of them. The strongest ones were emptiness and fear. I called his name and got no response.

"Minjoon!" I called out louder this time. Still no sign. I know he must be here somewhere in the house but still, I feel like someone is putting tons and tons of weight over my heart. I feel like if I would not see him in a sec my heart would give up and I would collapse. He is the sole reason for my being. I cannot lose him. I stepped out of my bed, wore my slippers that were lying beside my bed, and marched towards the washroom. With trembling hands and a wavering heart, I turned the doorknob and entered the toilet. And to my dismay it was empty.

My love...

My heart sank as a wave of negative thoughts hit me. I started feeling as if something is not right. My heart can never be wrong about him. But still, this must be the aftereffects of the dream I just had. Or maybe I am just too sensitive about him. Whatever it was I need to see him right now. I walked towards the common room hoping he would be there, doing his normal routine. And once again to my dismay he was not there as well.

Now the only possibility is his favorite place in our house. If I wouldn't find him even there, then I might definitely throw some hands. I will surely call the police, but then again, the police here are all jobless cowards, I don't trust any of them after whatever happened years ago. I brushed all my negative thoughts away and gathered all my hope and started walking towards the room. I turned to my right towards the big white room. But an extremely horrible thought crossed my mind making me halt in my tracks.

What if someone-I tried to shake that horrible thought away but that kept coming back. What if someone saw him and took him. What if someone is going to harm him? They are going to torture my love...

"No!" I whisper-shouted and ran towards my last hope, that room, as fast as I could and opened the double glass door. A wave of relief rushed down my entire existence when I saw my world sitting contentedly there, on the floor, surrounded by his favorite toys. The corner of my lips curled up into a smile by just seeing him, alive and healthy. "Minjoon." I made my way towards him and crouched down right in front of him.

"Mama!" He almost shouted cheerfully and put his toy truck on the ground. "Look it's moving." He pointed towards the truck with a huge smile on his face.

Yes, my love, my entire world, my Minjoon, our son. My Suga's son. His last and only souvenir. The Suga, who lost his power, his hold, his pride, and even his life because of me. Because of my betrayal. I sighed deeply and reminded myself, the harsh truth of my life. I killed my own love. I am the reason why Minjoon became an orphan before his birth. I ruined my own son's future.

"Mama." He started shaking my arm. His actions brought me back from my little dark isolated world whose every corner is made of guilt and regret.

Only if... only if I wouldn't have believed that bitch of a mind player.

Only if I would have remembered Suga's face, his love, and his trust in me. Only if I wouldn't have opened my mouth in front of that woman. Then my Suga would be here, with me, with us. He would be here to hold us.

He would be here for Minjoon. He would be there when I was carrying Minjoon. He would be here to show his love for Minjoon, to do all the fatherly things with Minjoon. He would have loved to see his son looking exactly like him. He would have been here to give Minjoon his back. If he would be alive, he would have come home with Minjoon waiting for him. He would have carried his son as soon as he saw him.