Simon's Game |nct 127|

My story.

A/N: Before reading this chapter make sure to read the disclaimers I put in the first one (Disclaimers & Introduction).

This chapter contains violence and death.

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*Yuta's POV*

My life...

Well...now that I think of it...wasn't an easy one.

But I made my own choices and determined it. I was the one controlling it at a certain extent...

But now that I'm trying to recall my memories better...

It hurts.

It kinda hurts.

Because I...

Can't remember the last time I smiled..

And convinced myself that I was truly happy.

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"What do you mean?!" The woman asked loudly, running anxiously her fingers through her hair. A graphic expression of agony was painted on her face, and the little boy could do nothing else but watch her.

He was holding a ragged, old teddy bear in his left hand, standing some feet apart from the woman, but his figure was hidden behind a thin wall. The little kid couldn't let his parents know that he was awake so late at night, and moreover, that he was in fact listening to their conversation.

"Calm down!" The man said whisper-shouting and motioned the woman to lower her voice.

"Mommy..." The boy whispered under his breath and looked at the panicked face of the woman. Unconsciously, he clasped both of his hands around the teddy bear, hugging it tightly.

The toy wasn't even his. Yuta had found it abandoned on the streets and innocently decided to steal it. He thought that the bear was stolen but in reality it was just thrown, it really didn't belong to anyone.

"They...they are really going to take our house?" His mother asked broken, her voice weak.

The boy gasped but tried to muffle the sound by covering his mouth with one of his hands.

"No! I told you that I won't let them. I..." His father looked down. "I will figure something out."

They were going to take their house?

Who? Who was going to do that?

The boy looked down but his mother's quiet sobs made him look up again. Why was his mum crying? His father told her that they wouldn't take away their home.

But nonetheless, the boy couldn't let the woman cry any more. He started running fast towards her direction and hugged her, wrapping both of his small hands around her waist.

"Mommy don't cry!" The boy said and looked up, tears forming on his own eyes. "D...daddy said that it is going to be ok so don't cry! The bad people aren't going to take our house...I will help you too!"

The woman tried to prevent more tears from flowing, and wiped the ones that had already fall. She put a smile on her face and kneeled down, in order to hug properly her son.

"Don't worry Yuta." She said. "You're already helping us a lot."

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But I wanted to help them...I really did...

And even if the decision I made wasn't beneficial for me...