HOUSEKEEPER - JAEHYUN x READER

feeling nostalgic

I ran fast, trying to get far away before my brothers and Jaehyun would get suspicious.

It was even darker than before, the evening soon fading into nighttime. The sun was already deep in its slumber. Something I wish I could do right now; go into a world of only dreams and no reality. Because right now, there is too much reality in my life. And that's why I'm running, running anywhere just to be alone. I'm sprinting as fast as my tired legs can carry me, bolting down the backstreet as an Olympic athlete, until I'm far enough away from my worried family. So that they can't find me, at least not for now.

I finally slowed down and walked silently down a dark alleyway some blocks away from the amusement park I had been to earlier. I could still hear some fainted sounds of joy and laughter, coming from people who were clueless about what was really happening in the world.

Lucky people.

Stars had taken over the daylight like a beautiful painting spreading across the sky. The brightness of the stars contrasting the darkness of the night, they came as a sense of warmth springing through the cold. It looked magnificent. Everything becomes more beautiful in the night. More vulnerable.The chill breeze in the air flowing through my hair, and the smell of night filling up my nostrils. The atmosphere surrounding me was almost calming - contrasting my shaking self, keynote; almost. It could almost calm my nerves down, which seemed to never have let go in the past couple of days. Oh how I wish I could enjoy the night as much as I used to before, it used to be my favorite part of the day. I wish that I could be like those clueless people, clueless about the dangerous world encircling them. But I'm too involved now, too much that I'm now running from my own brothers - not out of fear, but because of the life they're living. I just want to live a normal life, if that's even possible. And that's why I have to keep to myself to think. Think about life.

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I had walked for a while, sneaking down the streets of the now sleeping city. I had tried to think of a place to stay, and even though I could have rented a room at a hotel, my mind kept wandering to my home. Or at least what I called home for the longest time before my life fell into pieces. Before my so-called parents had left to who knows where, and before I got to know that my brothers had been working for a gang, without me knowing any of it. You can't trust anyone, and I've just learned it the hard way.

So as I kept walking, my feet drifting towards the oh-so recognizable streets that formed my former neighboorhood, memories of me and my family ran through my mind. Memories from summer-times when my brothers and I would play in the garden on hot summer days and our mom would have to go drag us inside when it was dinner-time. We had no worries in our lives, our biggest concern was to go to bed, not being able to play anymore.

Therefore, when the sight of the house appeared in front of me, I had a little hope that this would all just be a dream. So that when I went up to the familiar, red door, my parents would come and engulf me in a big hug, and I would smell my favorite food being cooked in the kitchen. I would feel the love from my own family, which vanished a few years ago after my parents lost almost all of their money.

To my dismay, that didn't happen. The doorknob wouldn't let me in, and I had to use another method to get inside. In fact, breaking into my own house.

I found a big stone in the garden, and usually, I don't think I would have been able to lift such a heavy rock because I'm not really that strong. But to my surprise, my desperate self managed to lift it off of the ground against all odds, and I was now strolling towards the kitchen window on the other side of the building. It must have looked very suspicious from another's point of view, and that's because it is, in fact, very suspicious that I stood in front of the kitchen window with a big, heavy rock in the middle of the night.

But I couldn't care less, because everyone was asleep right now and no one could see me.

So in all my might, I threw the rock as strongly as I managed to against the window. In my mind, it felt like it took so much longer time than it actually did before the rock collided with the window. The glass shattered into thousands of different pieces before me. I admired the scenery, which lasted for about a second, before I took action and jumped as high up as I could and clung against the window frame as if my life depended on it. I slowly worked myself inside by climbing, and not so long after - I stood steadily on the kitchen floor.

The house was dark, but it soon turned bright by my hands simply pressing the light switches in the kitchen and living room. Surprisingly, all of the furniture was here. The couch, the TV, the familiar dining table - everything was still here.

But it all felt so empty. It was lacking everything a house needs to feel like a home; love, warmth, and lastly, a family.

I plopped down on the couch like a sack of potatoes, tired from all of the striving I just had to go through. I took a deep breath filling up my lungs, before letting it out again. After a while of me just staring up into the ceiling, I was finally on the edge of blacking out, going into the world of mine that I had been longing for; dream world. But an idea came to my mind, and I decided to go follow that instead.

I stumbled down the dark hallway, heading for the liquor cabinet, my dad would store his greatest wines and so. I opened it up, and there was not much left. It was three bottles, one of vodka and two white wines. I pulled them all out and sat down on the cold wooden floor. I curled up in a ball, while opening them up by pressing it against the doorway.

After a while, everything was gone. My mind became blurry and I decided to stand up again. This time it was a million times harder to walk. My feet stumbled under my body, bouncing back and forth between the walls of the hallway. I felt myself getting dizzy and nauseous, and before I knew anything, my vomit laid on the floor.

I continued to walk further into my living room, headed to the pictures of our family, still on the walls. Never did I even get so far, before everything turned black.

...

I woke up from my half-sleep due to my phone, which had made the sound indicating a new message. I looked past all the missed calls and texts from Baekhyun and Xiumin which I apparently hadn't seen before now, and looked to something much more alarming.

*7 messages from Unknown

My hands were trembling out of fear, I knew way too well who it was. The one - and hopefully the only Juwon. I have blocked his number numerous times, but somehow he always finds a way to contact me again. I shouldn't have done it, but I couldn't stop myself from clicking onto the screen to reveal what he wanted to say.

today, 00:43 am

Unknown: *insert picture of Y/N at the restaurant with Xiumin, Baekhyun and Jaehyun*

Unknown: wow, you're still such a dirty whore

Unknown: as always

Unknown: you know, I'm still annoyed after that little encounter with you last time. we didn't get to talk so much, that fucking bitch ruined everything

Unknown: remember that you can never run from me, the two of us are meant to be with each other

Unknown: you'll always be mine

Unknown: sweet dreams, I love you

I threw my phone at the table, not wanting to look at those terrifying messages any longer. I put a blanket around me as if that were going to help me feel more protected. My heart was beating fast and my whole body was shaking out of fear, no way I'm having sweet dreams now.