You Are Ours [DISCONTINUED]

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"Eomma? Appa?"

He opened the door, grinning widely only to frown at the broken lock.

Didn't his hyung just fix it?

Weird. He shrugged, walking into the hall as he peeled of his backpacks and took off his shoes. "Hyung!"

No reply came and he felt worry rise up in his chest.

He began walking into the house, quietly to not wake Jinyoung up since he was supposed to be sick in bed this day. Which was very rare for him to be sick so it made the younger more worried.

Maybe his hyung hadn't answered because of his sleep. He hoped he didn't wake him up.

Strangely, his mom wasn't in the kitchen like she always were. And something very really odd too, all of the drawers where thrown away and some knives were missing. That's when he realized and the worry immediately got replaced with fear.

Grabbing the sharpest object near him, he found a small knife that could at least be to harm if he used it right.

He looked around in the too quiet house, eyes widening as he saw a patch of a sweater on the stairs. "Yeji? Eomma?"

Slowly going upstairs and avoiding the loudest steps, he peeked past the wall into the hall there.

It looked even worse upstairs, all the furniture were torn or broken and he could clearly see his appa's favorite mirror shattered on the floor.

Oh god, what had happened? Please let his family be alright!

Mumbling a silent prayer, he catches a glimpse of his parent's bedroom door sliding open. He froze as an unknown man was shown, dressed in all black.

"Please! Anything, just don't hurt my children!" His eomma's terrified voice rang in his ears and he grabbed the knife harder.

The man only laughed and shuffling sounds were heard. "Do you think you'd get away so easily? You and your husband should've have thought about your family before taking what's ours."

The adrenaline started to pump in his veins right now, his mother's distressed scent sneaking into the hall where he hid.

"No! Please don't! Leave my daughter al-" A go shot was heard as his mother's screaming went silent.

He dropped the knife in shock, screaming as he pushed his hands towards his ears.

No, no, no this can't be real-

The smell of blood filled his nose and he choked out a loud cry, scrambling up to stumble down the stairs.

Police-

They needed help, there was a murderer in his house and his mother, she-

His mother-

Hyunjin gasped, sitting up so fast that he could feel his head spin.

Shit, Gravity.

Letting out a groan, he fell back into the pillow, breathing heavily. It felt sticky and uncomfortable, lying there in his sweat with his hair sticking to his forehead.

Quietly, he touched his damp cheeks, wincing at the salty tears there.

So all he could really do was to cry, huh?

He wondered if he ever went one day without crying.

The distant sound of a clock ticking was heard in the background. Dammit, he really needed to pull himself together.