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-10 years old-
Jiyong skipped down the street, kicking at the little pebbles and counting the amount of time they bounced along before slowing to a roll.
"one, two three, four...five, six...SEVEN!!!! WHOOO!! A NEW RECORD!!!!" he cheered, waving his arms in victory. the pebble rolled to stop in front of a huge, iron gate. Jiyong picked it up, running his thumb over the smooth surface to wipe the dirt off.
"Ooh lucky number seven~ Hmm.. i shall call you Shin!! My favourite character from Nana!!" he announced proudly to the round pebble.
"OH! You brought me home!! Good job Shin!!!" he grinned at it. Looking up at his family mansion, he hesitated. His instincts were warning him not to go any further. He gave a nervous chuckle.
"Mum and Dad are waiting!" He told himself, shrugging the foreboding feeling off. With every step he took toward the door, his stomach flipped in anxiety.
The mansion towered menancingly over him. Jiyong raised his fist to knock.
The door swung inward. groaning with the effort. Jiyong frowned in suspicion. The ominous darkness seeped out, flowing over him.
"Mum...? Dad...?" he timidly called into the darkness. His voice echoed through the silence.
"Mum?? Dad??" he called more desperately. The wan moonlight glided through the opened windows, casting an eerie glow upon the room.
Jiyong' s heart froze in shock. His mind screamed at him to run, to get away, but his legs were rooted to the spot. Fear gripped his body, weaving through every single vein, turning his blood icecold.
His parents laid on the ground, their faces twisted into masks of horror. Shin fell from Jiyong's limp fingers, rolling into the puddle of dark red liquid his parents were drowning in. Lucky number seven, Shin was now tainted with the blood red darkness we named.... death.
"Jiyong."
Jiyong spun around. He gasped in shock as the moon illuminated the familiar face before him.
"...You..." The man lifted him up, one hand clutched tightly around his neck. Jiyong felt his heart being squeezed painfully as his body fought for air.
Black dots danced across his vision. The silence was so peaceful, so comforting, that he would gladly be washed away with it. As he started to fade away, he thought that he could hear his parents' voices calling for him. He found himself soaring through space, eager to be reunited with his parents. However, just as he relaxed to enjoy the flight, he crashed, hard.
"Next time... remind me to learn how to fly properly..." he thought before slipping into complete unconciousness.
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The 13 year old boy started to chase after the tall, slightly muscular figure. Soft, ragged breathing made him jerk to a halt. TOP approached the fallen boy, kneeling by his side. From what he could see, the boy had hit his head when he was flung into the wall. TOP pulled his cellphone out.
"Hello, could you please put me through to the head of criminal investigation, Mr. Choi? Tell him it's his son. Thank you."
"Hello dad? It's TOP. There's been a murder. At 31 mapogu sangsudong. I need an ambulance. One's wounded."
TOP listened to his father's calm, authoritative voice on the other end.
"... I don't know how badly... he hit his head... ok thanks. Bye" TOP stared at the boy, watching his chest rise and fall. His eyes shifted to study the boy's facial features.
"Don't worry... Help will be here soon. You'll be ok. I promise..."
(A/N: Big thanks to gooddaymoderato for helping me with the name!!!~ full credit goes to her for the name!! ^^)
Jiyong skipped down the street, kicking at the little pebbles and counting the amount of time they bounced along before slowing to a roll.
"one, two three, four...five, six...SEVEN!!!! WHOOO!! A NEW RECORD!!!!" he cheered, waving his arms in victory. the pebble rolled to stop in front of a huge, iron gate. Jiyong picked it up, running his thumb over the smooth surface to wipe the dirt off.
"Ooh lucky number seven~ Hmm.. i shall call you Shin!! My favourite character from Nana!!" he announced proudly to the round pebble.
"OH! You brought me home!! Good job Shin!!!" he grinned at it. Looking up at his family mansion, he hesitated. His instincts were warning him not to go any further. He gave a nervous chuckle.
"Mum and Dad are waiting!" He told himself, shrugging the foreboding feeling off. With every step he took toward the door, his stomach flipped in anxiety.
The mansion towered menancingly over him. Jiyong raised his fist to knock.
The door swung inward. groaning with the effort. Jiyong frowned in suspicion. The ominous darkness seeped out, flowing over him.
"Mum...? Dad...?" he timidly called into the darkness. His voice echoed through the silence.
"Mum?? Dad??" he called more desperately. The wan moonlight glided through the opened windows, casting an eerie glow upon the room.
Jiyong' s heart froze in shock. His mind screamed at him to run, to get away, but his legs were rooted to the spot. Fear gripped his body, weaving through every single vein, turning his blood icecold.
His parents laid on the ground, their faces twisted into masks of horror. Shin fell from Jiyong's limp fingers, rolling into the puddle of dark red liquid his parents were drowning in. Lucky number seven, Shin was now tainted with the blood red darkness we named.... death.
"Jiyong."
Jiyong spun around. He gasped in shock as the moon illuminated the familiar face before him.
"...You..." The man lifted him up, one hand clutched tightly around his neck. Jiyong felt his heart being squeezed painfully as his body fought for air.
Black dots danced across his vision. The silence was so peaceful, so comforting, that he would gladly be washed away with it. As he started to fade away, he thought that he could hear his parents' voices calling for him. He found himself soaring through space, eager to be reunited with his parents. However, just as he relaxed to enjoy the flight, he crashed, hard.
"Next time... remind me to learn how to fly properly..." he thought before slipping into complete unconciousness.
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The 13 year old boy started to chase after the tall, slightly muscular figure. Soft, ragged breathing made him jerk to a halt. TOP approached the fallen boy, kneeling by his side. From what he could see, the boy had hit his head when he was flung into the wall. TOP pulled his cellphone out.
"Hello, could you please put me through to the head of criminal investigation, Mr. Choi? Tell him it's his son. Thank you."
"Hello dad? It's TOP. There's been a murder. At 31 mapogu sangsudong. I need an ambulance. One's wounded."
TOP listened to his father's calm, authoritative voice on the other end.
"... I don't know how badly... he hit his head... ok thanks. Bye" TOP stared at the boy, watching his chest rise and fall. His eyes shifted to study the boy's facial features.
"Don't worry... Help will be here soon. You'll be ok. I promise..."
(A/N: Big thanks to gooddaymoderato for helping me with the name!!!~ full credit goes to her for the name!! ^^)