TWISTED 2| Sequel| MYG| 18+

02.

The sound of metal hitting the marble floor brought me back from my bittersweet flashback. I snapped my head towards the source of sound expecting someone or something inside my house and near my kid. The panic left my body before even having any effect on me when I saw Minjoon looking at me with a cheeky grin.

'"Oppss." He said dramatically and I couldn't help but chuckle at his cuteness. "Is that for me?" His eyes were looking at the parcel with excitement.

I laughed sarcastically before lying. "No baby it's for the previous owners." He is getting self-obsessed, thinking everything is for him. That's not a lie, everything I have is his, even my life.

I looked down at the parcel. I know there is no way this parcel means any good news but whatever and whoever it is from, I wouldn't let anyone harm my baby.

I turned on my heels, closing the door and walking back towards the small dining table. I picked the spoon, washed it, and gave it back to Minjoon before ruffling his hair. "Don’t fool around, finish it. I'll be back."

I entered my room, closing the door behind me, and placed the parcel on the bed. The parcel was as light as feather. What can be inside it that weighs almost nothing? Whatever it is, it must be as disturbing as the note. Or maybe it is another note with a more detailed threat. Or is it some kind of proof, that the sender knows everything about me. Like some photographs from inside the house. I felt goosebumps lining up on my hands and leg as soon as these thoughts crossed my mind.

This can't be. I'm overreacting.

Brushing every thought off my head, I decided to be an adult, well, for once at least. And started tearing the cover off. Now, the parcel was bare in front of me, waiting for me to explore it–this sounds like a guy talking about a naked girl in front of him. What the–

Seriously, my mind needs some cleaning and repairing.

I opened the box with fear but what that box held, made me want to kick the air with frustration. It held nothing. Yes, the box was empty. I only know one person in this whole world who can play these sick mind games. Min Yoongi. But he is dead. Then who is this person who dared to play games with Suga's girl?

Did I just call myself that?

Even if I did, I didn't commit a sin. Fuck that manipulative bitch of a police chief Yura, forcing me to think of Suga as a stigma. But no matter how many hours she wasted on convincing me on how bad Suga is for anyone, like an incurable disease. Deep down I knew that for me, he was like a drop of water for a wanderer of Sahara. And I am proud that I was the girl of a guy like him.

Just like how it's true that I belonged to him, it is also the truth that I am the reason why he lost everything, even his life. My love proved to be a curse for him.

"Mama!" Once again, Minjoon's voice pulled me out of the bog of guilt, just before I was about to sink in, just like how he has been doing ever since Suga's death.

"Mommy is coming!" I shouted to content him before he starts chanting my name. I decided to throw that box but keep the note because this can be something related to Suga. Even if this cannot lead me to Suga, it will at least take me to one of the gang members. Even though I know they must hate me to their very core, still I need to find Momo and IU.

After finishing breakfast. I took Minjoon to his school. It's his first day. I know it is still a bit early to send him to school, but I have no choice. I have work in the morning, and I can't leave him upon some babysitter, I know I am being way too much overprotective, but I just don't trust this world anymore. The school I chose for him is one of the most prestigious in Seoul. They have a huge chain with so many branches spreading in the whole city. They have every grade from kindergarten to high school. The kindergarten offers to babysit till evening with professional caretakers and a clean environment. This is the best I can find for him.