𝙒𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 [𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜] ✓

Memories

Minho POV

"Chan Hyung, please find out where and with whom he lives. Changbin, please watch over and find out who his close friends are. Hyunjin, you go to his work place this afternoon and ask one of the worker when the child's shift ends" I whispered softly to my three friends made sure they understood each other's assignments. They nod and I feel relieved.

"Okay Minho I will sneak into the office to find out where he lives. But I'm sure he lives in the dorm" Chan said his opinion.

"It's strange. His parents are hella rich but he chose to live in the campus dorm" Hyunjin said while shaking his head in disbelief.

"That's not the point. The important thing is I can get that kid" I stared at Hyunjin.

"Hyung, I don't know where he works." Hyunjin asked me.

"Yeah. He works at Home Run Cafe" I answered explaining to Hyunjin.

"Oh that one, I know one of the worker there. I'll ask it in detail" Hyunjin answered with a grin.

I responded to Hyunjin by nodding slowly. I'm too deep in my mind. I was trying to plan something for revenge. I turned to see my three friends, they too were lost in their thoughts. Trying to do the best.

The three of them knew what would happen afterwards and they also knew what happened in the past.

Flash back

"Minho, honey, please wake up. We need to get out of here" I heard my mother calling me. His hand is on my cheek, rubbing it slowly. I open my eyes only to meet her tearing eyes. Tears slowly began to wet my cheeks.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" I asked reaching to hug my mother with my little hands.

He embraced me then carried me out of my room. I'm still crying because I don't know what happened.

"Honey, please don't cry okay. Dad is waiting downstairs we have to get out of this house" My mother explained while kissing my cheek. We descend the stairs that lead to the living room.

"Sweetheart, come on. We need to go somewhere else" I heard my father walking to us. We walk toward the front door. But before my father managed to open it he took a turn.

"Oh shit !!" I heard my father cursing. As a child who was still 10 years old I couldn't do anything but hold on tightly to my mother. Wish everything will end all right.

"We're out the back door. They're here" my father ordered and took my mother's hand, leading to the back door.

Between my sob I could hear the word "they". I wonder who "they" are. Why are my parents scared and in a hurry?

My father turned the back door handle. Peeking out to see the situation around. He then opened the door wide so that my mother and I could come out. My father showed me the way through the side of our house. My father is in front, my mother and I are behind him. I tried not to make the slightest sound even though the tears continued to stream down my cheeks. My mother rubbed my back to make me a little calm.

Something startled me. My mother tightening her hug. I hear she hiss in pain and second later I fell with my mother. Her hands are still tightly hugging me My father looked back and was surprised to see how my mother was. My father then lowered himself to help my mom to her feet. I saw there was a red color on my mom's shirt. And at that moment I realized that my mother was hurt. After helping my mother stand up and support her body with her right hand. Dad grabbed my hand with his left hand and started walking quickly toward our car.

"Dad?" I called my father. I looked up to see my father's face. But all I saw was worry and sadness.

"Minho, can you walk alone? Daddy have to help your mommy walk. So daddy can't carry you" my father explained clamly as he continued walking towards our car in front of the house.

When I got to the car, my father opened the back door and told me to come in and help my mother in so she could sit with me. I saw his pale face. More and more red on his shirt. Her eyes were half closed. I reached for my mother's body and hugged her. I didn't realize he hugged me back patted my hair and said everything would be fine.

I flinch when I hear something hit the door. A man pounded our windshield trying to open the back door. But it didn't work because my father had locked it. My father hastily started the car, drove at high speed driving away from our house to a "safe" place.

I caught a glimpse of the person who pounded our windshield earlier. He has a muscular build. Wear black clothes. Wear a mask and wear a jacket with logo on the left chest reads HG. And under the logo is the word Han's Group.

End of flashback

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Guys. Just want u to know that I write this story in Indonesian and then translate to english. Sometimes i write in english too without translate it. But I dont confident with it. So im sorry if u guys feel weird with this story. 😅✌️

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