After Hayun's mother gets married, they move into her new husbands house. What she wasn't expecting was a... stepbrother.
This story contains:
Rape
Suicide
Drugs
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A/N: This is the second option for the ending. It's the happier ending of the story. Remember, we're ignoring chapter 30.
Hayun POV
"Text me where he is, I'm going home for today." I said before walking away and leaving them behind.
I felt like I left a piece of my heart behind saying that. I guess were really done... for good this time.
Next Day
I arrived where Doyoung said Taeyong would be. It was a house. Some weird torn up house. Why would Taeyong be here? I get that he ran away but he didn't have to go to a different city.
I guess the only thing to do now is knock on that door and finally talk to him. Talk to him after two weeks. I'm not even sure what I'm going to say to him. I don't want to yell at him but I don't know how my emotions will handle this. Whatever, I just need to get it done.
I walked up on the steps and took a brief sigh before knocking on the door. I stepped back and prepared myself. The door slightly opens. It was a woman. An older woman.
I was expecting Taeyong... not some woman. She was kind of old so cheating didn't come to mind. She opened the door wider and stepped out.
"And who might you be?" The lady asked in mono toned voice.
I shift my eyes to the inside of her house before she blocked my view. I dont know who she is but I already don't like her.
"I'm looking for someone." I replied to her, keeping my hands pressed together.
"Can't you be more specific?" She said, sighing. "Who exactly are you looking for?" She gave me a bitchy attitude followed up with an eye roll.
"I'm looking for Lee Taeyong, is he here?" I ask her, trying to catch another glimpse inside.
"He's not here." She replied back.
"Well where is he?" I ask
"Who even are you?" She asked before closing the door behind her. "You're not Hayun, are you?"
"So he talks about me...?" I mumbled before putting my attention back to her. "Yeah, I'm Hayun. I'm a friend."
"So you're the one he calls out at night." She said, looking at me up and down.
I blushed. "Calls my name at night?!" I asked, feeling a bit weirded out. "Like... like... sexually?" I whispered the last part.
"No, you idiot!" She shouts at me. "Crying."
"Crying?" I repeat after her. "Why would he being crying my name? Why is he crying?" I asked as I started feeling really worried.
"He was dealing with a lot the first week he was here and then last week... that's when he started coming back drunk from party's." She explained with minimum detail.
