"Do you want to know why we're so good at what we do, Minsu?" You whispered intimidatingly as he tiredly looked up at you through his bangs. "Because we have the same mindset, the same goal. That is why we're so good."
"You're crazy, Y/N."
"But who...
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disclaimer: this chapter made me cry and i wrote it. mention of death and details of it. ___
As soon as you all walked through the door, Yangyang and Kun got up from the couch. "Why is Yujin here?" Yangyang asked.
You put your coat on the rack, a weak feeling in your forearms. You felt sick to your stomach. "I don't want him to be near Minsu."
Everyone followed you into the kitchen, where you started getting a glass of water. "What happened?" Kun asked.
"We found a dead woman in his basement." Hendery told him. "After Minli shot out the only light in his living room so that she could shoot him and Yujin not see."
You took a drink of your water as Kun gave you a look of surprise. "What? He's a coward that can't even take care of his own situations. If he wants to fight me, he can do it himself."
You sat at the head of the table and tapped the expensive marble of it. "I want Yujin to sit next to me."
And he did, then everyone else followed suit. Ten was to your right, and at the other end of the table across from you, was Xiaojun. You thought it was fitting since he had been pushing the issue since you started living with them.
"What's happening?" Yangyang asked.
"You guys have been asking me why I hate Minsu so much." Your fingers were tracing the glass now. "I never had the energy to talk about it, but now that everyone's so confused about Minsu being a killer, I guess it's a good time to tell you what actually happened to our mom."
Everyone looked at you in anticipation. You could already hear your mother's screams from so many years ago. You started to cover your ears, but Ten caught your wrists.
"Hey," he whispered. "You're in the kitchen, you're with us."
He had seen you do this several times before. You would never tell him why it happened, but he knew that it wasn't pretty for you. He was trying to put you back in the moment, rather than letting you go to wherever your mind was taking you.
