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Suho walked down the empty street, clutching his stomach with one arm. His small body trembled with every step. His dark circles had gotten worse. He was tired, hungry and lost. How much he wandered, he had no idea how to survive.
He wanted to get his revenge, and he didn't know how he will do that. At this point, he might die. He aimlessly walked with no destination.
As he forced himself dragging his body, a loud commotion got his attention. He walked toward the noise and saw a group of men in black suits stood together.
They looked like thugs. He quickly stepped back and was ready to leave the place when his landed on the boy same age as him.
He was smaller than Suho and had white hair. The boy looked familiar. Suho thought for a moment trying to recall his memories. Ah! He exclaimed remembering that it was a boy he saw yesterday.
He wanted to him. But he knew… Suho knew he shouldn't involve himself. They looked dangerous. And he was in no position to help that boy. He himself was just child.
But seeing how the boy was so terrified, and he can't just leave someone in danger. His heart won't allow that. He bit his lip, thinking what should he do. No… I shouldn't get involve. I shouldn't.
Suho pressed himself against the wall to hide, watching.
"The fuck are you doing?!" one of them shouted.
Suho's gaze shifted to the man, scar on his left eye shouted at the other man with tattoos of red rose craved up his neck and shoulder.
"These assholes are really messing with me," the scarred man growled, shoving tattooed man aside before walking in the building. "Get that kid inside! And be careful this kid is our fortune."
They dragged the boy inside.
"Sorry, kiddo," one of the men said coldly. "Not your fault… or ours. If your father had just shut his mouth and ignored my master's little mistakes, you wouldn't be here. But now…" He grinned darkly. "Now this pretty little face and body will have to suffer. Don't worry we'll sell your organs for a good price."
The boy cried harder as the man gripped his arm, dragging him inside an abandoned garage.
Suho's stomach churned. He clenched his hands into fists. He glanced around to see someone. Someone that could help the boy, but the street was empty.
Biting his lip, he followed quietly until he found small gap in the garage door.
The boy was thrown to the ground, sobbing. The scarred man on the phone talking to someone but he couldn't hear anything.
"Yeah, we got the kid… Fine. But you promised 100 million won," he said with a smirk, hanging up.
"What now, boss?" another man asked.
"You can do whatever you want with the kid."
One thug crouched beside the boy, brushing his gloved hand against his cheek. "Well… he's one hell of a pretty boy. Might as well have some fun before taking out his organs."
The others laughed darkly. The man began unbuttoning the boy's shirt while the child screamed and struggled.
Suho's breath hitched. He saw everything, horrified. In that moment, his mind started to flash the memories. His breathing was ragged as he felt the hands on his body.
Those hands gripped his small frame as Suho struggled to get free. "It's alright." Feminine voice, warm and gentle, fingers touching where they shouldn't.
No… don't do that. Stop!
How much Suho screamed, pleaded to let him go, the voice only laughed at his misery. Please! It hurts… it hurts. I can't do this. Suho felt no one will help him. He reached out to push her away, the only thing he got was slap on his face.
He cried begging for help, but no one came. H-help…
Suho was panicking. He didn't want that boy to suffer from the same pain he suffered. No. Not again. Not to him. Not to that boy.
Before he could think, his body moved on its own. He burst through the garage doors, voice breaking as he shouted,
"STOP! Let him go!"
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"Shit… why now of all times?"
Hawoon cursed under his breath, hands gripping the steering wheel. He was stuck in the traffic. He poked his head out of the window to check.
Police with hazard lights were blocking the road. Hawoon exhaled, frustrated as he clicked his tongue. Great! Just great!
He checked the time and again clicked his tongue. He was already running late. Hajoon would be so furious at him.
Ring. His phone buzzed. Hawoon irked just thinking about someone from work. He ignored the call. But the caller must be stubborn, and his phone kept buzzing.
He gritted his teeth while taking his phone. Lee Hyeseung.
I don't want to take it. This bastard's calls always mean trouble.
He was already late and didn't want to make Hajun wait any longer. But something was telling him he should take it.
He swiped the call and press the electronic device to his ear. "It's better be something important-"
"Hawoon, where are you?" Hyeseung's voice seemed urgent.
"What? Why do you sound-"
"You'd better move your ass to District 31, back side of Blackthorn. We've got a sudden mana surge—third degree. Possible mage on a rampage."
Hawoon exhaled sharply. "Can't you send someone else? You can handle it."
"I would… but I think you'll want to handle this yourself."
His stomach churned. Hawoon knew whatever Hyeseung would say, he won't like it. "Why?"
"Because" Hyeseung paused for a second. His voice grim and urgent, "your son was last seen there."
"What… the hell do you mean by that?" Hawoon gripped on the wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white. "He's supposed to be at EMS. How did he-"
"We checked with the Aether's Eye. No CCTVs in the area. The mana trace picked up your son… being dragged away by Sakyong's men."
"…" Hawoon didn't said anything. He cut the call, eyes darkening.
"Those bastards…" Hawoon reached and opened the dashboard, taking out the object. "I'm going to kill those bastards."