Conundrum ⤐ Na Jaemin

Chapter - 7 - Complicated

"You have nothing to munch on here?" Jisung asked.
"There's some on the left countertop of the kitchen. Why don't you just use a knife and chop it." She singled out the watermelon and looked at Chenle. Chenle shrugged, smiling at her. Jisung went into the kitchen and picked up the snacks.

"Video games are not my thing. Then why do you have a PS5 here." Haechan asked.
"That's a present from my crazy friend. She enjoys playing, but when she comes to my place, she couldn't play. She actually gifted it herself." Hana responded with a reminder of Nari's madness.

"You have friends?"asked Chenle earnestly.
"What makes you think I have no friends?" Hana wonders with disbelief.

"She has a crazy friend, who behaves exactly like Haechan." Jeno placed the controller aside and turned towards Chenle.
" Then I don't want to meet her ever." Renjun exclaimed, giving Hana a laugh.

"There isn't anyone like me. I'm the most unique person on the planet." Haechan made a proud argument.

"The world will be in chaos if there is more than one Haechan in this world." Renjun replied by fixing his glasses.

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Jaemin was left all alone in the dream house. They were making a fuss about going to Hana's house. Jisung wanted Jaemin to accompany them, but Chenle said, bringing Jaemin will only reinforce the quarrels between Hana and Jaemin, so it's better to leave him alone. The house was in complete silence which made so many things run through his mind.

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You never know what's happening on the other side. The world is a rotten place. People always say you go to hell or heaven based on your deeds. But no one ever questioned what would happen if those actions had not been committed by them willingly. What if this life they're living is a living hell. You try to escape, but you always end up at the same spot. What the fuck is life? This issue still belongs to everybody in this stupid world.

"How come you can't do anything right?" The woman was sitting on a chair while Kim Woo Jin was kneeling across from her.
"Mam, I tried.. We had no knowledge that they were entering the base." He muttered beneath his breath, frightened by the woman.

"Do you know how much the drugs cost? Now what are you going to do?" She bends forward and poked his face with the end of the walking stick she had in her hand.
The walking stick was made of wood with a C-shaped handle. It was thick and long. There was a dagger inside as well.

"I would never repeat it again Mom." he muttered again.
"Who the hell is your Mom." She shouted "Never ever call me that. I'm just tolerating you for him." She whispered slowly as she arose.

"I hate that I have to act like I care about you in front of your dad." she added walking around him.
"Your brother was better than you. At least he got his work done right." She kicked the chair.Woo Jin was trembling, breathing heavily.He was perspiring from head to foot.

"I must teach you a lesson, so that you will not repeat it ever again." She didn't waste a second.
She hit him with the stick on his face, he fell to his side. She did not stop, she struck him with her heels and continued to strike him with the stick. He wasn't allowed to whine in pain he placed his right hand on his mouth to swallow the voice that comes from his mouth. When she was satisfied by the way he was she turned the stick and used the handle to hold his neck.

"Do you know why you always get the punishments?" She questioned squatting down to face him.
"Because your face reminds me of her. You look exactly like her which makes me annoyed every time I look at your face." She stood up, pushing him down.

"Do your work properly." She left the room fixing her hair.
He couldn't get up. He slowly leaned towards the wall and whined. He was used to this. He was always hit by the same stick since the day his father married her. Will anything ever change again?