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7: Phone Call

The phone in Jaewon's pocket began to vibrate. 

"Hello, who-"

"I know who you are, Lee Jaewon. I presume you hold captive a child named Kim Seokjin?"

"Y-yes."

"Now, we would like you to hand him over to us."

"Why would I?"

"Kim Namjoon has made a powerful enemy. It's all I can say."

"Look, I kidnapped them for a reason. I want the money. So shut up. I don't even know who you are. And no, I'm not giving any of the childr-"

"Oh, so you have more than one." 

Jaewon kicked his foot for being so stupid. Just that one stupid slip. He prevented himself from ramming his fist into the metal wall, for he was still on the phone and had to remain calm.

"No. Go away."

Before he could end the call, the voice sounded. "You'll regret this." The caller ended the call just as he pressed on the red button. 

He gulped.

He needed to get to the children as soon as possible. 

*** 

Jisoo noticed the wetness on her hand. 

There went another disappointment. 

She was not strong, she would cry. 

They were right again. 

She, again, was wrong. 

It was like adding pins to a pincushion. Just that the pins grew into knives, symbolising that they were right. And the pincushion was her heart.

It was painful to feel another pin being pushed into the pincushion. 

The pincushion was full of pins. 

And none of them had been removed.

***

Why do I always do everything wrongly?

Jin remembered that time before school when he was at the store to purchase his backpack.

Pink was his favourite colour. 

Naturally, he chose pink.

But what did his helper say?

"No, Jin, that's the wrong colour. Pink is for girls. Boys have blue colour."

But why?

Why did he always do the wrong thing?

He was meant to share crayons, but he didn't want to.

He had done another wrong thing.

He yelled at Jisoo.

Wrong again.

He wanted to help Jisoo up.

But he didn't get to. 

One more wrong.

He wanted an ice cream, his father said no, he threw a tantrum.

Yet another wrong.

He ran away from his father. 

Wrong.

He got kidnapped, and made his father worried.

Wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong. 

And now, he just turned someone's day upside down.

How many more wrongs could he add?

And when would he get to finally do something right?

He wanted to cry.

It would be wrong for him to cry, right?

Because boys don't cry and he was a boy.

He could finally do something right in his life.

But no.

He saw his own tears clouding his eyes.

He felt his own tears making its way down his cheek.

He had done the wrong thing again.

***

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