criminals - khun aguero agnis × 25th bam

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aguero passed by the room of his father, hearing sounds that were unheard of.

daddy...

no please...

who's a good boy?

this tempted him to look, hearing more words that scarred him and his mind. he opened the door clueless if what was happening.

bam was tied, his eyes were blindfolded. he was panting, tired.

bam... and dad?

"ah, look who's here," the blonde man praised the company of aguero. "you want to join in, aguero?"

"i'll give you a new nickname just like your brother."

"so, who's a good boy?"

and so the endless nights began,

at first it was just bam,

then me,

and then maria

followed the rest of the girls.

that night extremely broke us all, most especially bam.

he started growing his hair,

covering himself after each night.

trying and trying to fix himself each and every night.

then father found this out, making him mad.

maria grew up, betraying everyone who helped her go up.

but somehow, others grew differently, treated differently.

in a good way.

but some still does the dirty job.

and me, i became his representative, his heir.

as our father is a successful philanthropist with a golder reputation,

seeing him in talkshows are not that vauge of an idea to us.

"so i thought it'd be nice to share happiness to other kids with a little charity project."

those were the lies he told when he was on screen.

bzz,

bzz,

bzz,

bzz.

bzz,

bzz,

bzz.

bip.

"hello?" bam asked, picking up the phone. "what's it, mr. khun?"

"bam, you saw the interview, correct?"

"dad said he wants you,"

"so be prepared, okay?"

"yes, i understand," bam closed his eyes, frustrated.

"also, bam.."

"hmm?"

"thank you for all your efforts," aguero's voice was sincere.

"i can tell that it's hard, but you keep on smiling..."

"it breaks my heart, all i can do is stay silent."

"it's okay mr. khun," bam reassured. "i'm fine. i have been used to it."

"don't act tough bam," khun's voice sounded stern. "we all know what that old man is like when it's this type of work."

"i told you, i got used to it."

"he's been stressing bam. use your head."

"it's not that bad," he kept denying. "i'm still alive. so he can hit me and mess me more. you have my back, right?"

"always."

"then that's enough,

bip.

but right now, i have to prepare to die."