SOFT BUN || markhyuck

21.

Two weeks.

That's all that I had left to get everything done. At this point, I was fully convinced in my self and all the efforts I had made until now- I fully had the kids trust in me. Of course that was what I thought. I still had to make sure if it was true or not. But that was the least of my problems at the moment.

When I woke up this morning, I went straight out the room, having internal crisis just out the door. I slammed my head on the wooden wall on the opposite side a few times. I was a fucking asshole- for what I had done. I was now nothing less than the things living under this roof.

Walking towards the bathroom, planning on taking a long bath on the way to get rid of the chaos happening inside my head. I was bare feet, feeling the cold surface underneath my foot when an stupid idiot decided to bump into me making me accidentally biting my own tongue. I groaned, annoyed. Why does every morning has to start with something bad happening gosh.

I was gonna rip them apart this time for sure. But of course, what was I thinking, I was too damn soft for the servants in this house even if I didn't wanted to be. A boy in shorts and overly large t-shirt, which was slid off of his right shoulder, stood before me. His head hung low, feet rubbing against each other and fingers playing together. He looked too young. When I parted my lips to ask who he was or anything to be exact, I heard whimpering coming from inside the bathroom.

Turning my face towards the sound, I could see the kid from the corner of my eye looking up at me. Furrowing my brows, I took a step forward only to be held back from the back.

'...please..no...' I only smiled at him and grabbed his wrist, loosening his grip on my shirt. I just nodded at him and moved inside step by step. As I got closer, the whimpering got louder. I stopped. Turning back to the little kid, I moved my hand on his cheek. 'listen...'

'Jisung,'

'.. right... jisung... why don't you go get someone for help hm?' I ruffled his hair when he nodded and ran off. I begged in my heart that it wasn't happening as to what I could hear like it sounded.

But I was wrong.

Kim was leaning over someone, his face was turned the other way, but a part of me whispered that it was Jaemin. No, it can't be him, it just can't. Right? I wasn't in my right mind anymore, so I just started to move to the two. That pig was using his dick to think, raping a boy that young. I felt my blood boil. I wanted to shred him apart. My eyes started to water when the boy under him looked at me, the emotion they showed was hopelessness. He was bruised all over his face, as if brutally beaten.

'Jaemin....' I barely let out. Kim flinched at my voice at first with fear in his eyes, but it turn back to nothing when he saw me. He got back up, buckling his pants.

'whooo.... that was something,' he laughed.

That motherfucking asshole laughed.

That's it, he was dead.

Let the war begin.