Flowers | jhs

[03/10/16]

The glassware is thrown across the room, deliberately aimed at the woman cowering in a corner. The man growls when he sees that he missed.

"You broke fuck! I should have married someone else instead of you!" The careless words he spoke in a drunken fit stab themselves into her heart. Her tears stream down her cheeks as she whimpers pitifully.

You peek through the small slit, eyes widening in fear for your mother's life. She glances back at you, eyes darting between you and your father. Unfortunately, the short interaction catches your father's attention.

He stumbles over, grabbing your mother's hair roughly. "Where's the little bitch?" The bottle of beer in his hands breaks into a thousand pieces as he slams it down to the floor.

With a terrorized expression, she screams back at him bravely, "I told you she isn't home!"

The smirk on his face makes it obvious that he's up to no good. His sly eyes look around the area as they search for any hint of another living creature in the house. You cover your mouth before running to your closet. You slip inside the small and dark space, desperately praying for safety. Then a crash sounds, followed by the sound of the door creaking open, and the foul smell of alcohol attacks your nostrils. You gag silently, utterly disgusted by the stench.

"Come out little Yireum...let's play!"

Little Yireum—the nickname he gave you when you were younger, when everything had been fine.

"So you want to play hide-and-seek huh, let's see, daddy's coming to find you!" He laughs insanely and you only cover your mouth tighter.

"One...two...three..."

The footsteps are getting closer.

"Four...five...six..."

You instinctively hold your breath, your hands rushing up to block your mouth in case you make even a single peep.

"Seven...eight...nine..."

A pause.

"Boo."

The door is slammed open and everything is done in a flash. He drags you by your hair as you thrash about in his grip. But he doesn't care. He allows you to fight back because he knows you won't be able to later after he does what he has to. He throws you beside your mother and you only just notice how badly injured she is. She's limp against the ground, her eyelids are closed and a bright scarlet red trickles down her forehead with a few pieces of glass sticking out painfully.

In the time that you were panicking about your mother's state, your father had taken off his belt. With the same old belt that was just around his waist seconds ago, he forcefully binds your hands together so that your movement is now much limited.

Before you know it, the sound of fabric being pulled apart rings through your ears and you realise he's ripped off your shirt. Tears are streaking down your face as you try to cover yourself up to the best of your abilities. The feeling of his eyes roaming through all over your body is making you feel sick. It gets worse when he starts to touch you with those filthy hands of his. The nauseating feeling is threathening to make you puke all over the place as you feel his fingers inching closer to the bottom half of your body.

"What are you doing, let me go!" you shriek loudly, floundering about as you try to kick him away from you.

An dark grin slowly takes over his expression, his eyes glimmering with evilness, and he pull off your shorts entirely. To make sure you won't be making any sounds, he rips off your mother's shirt and stuffs it into your mouth.

"We're about to have some fun, my Yireum."

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Monday:

"Welcome to the evening news, this is Kim Songin reporting today's events. There has been a horrifying case near the central area where a mother and daughter have been brutally murdered. It is suspected that the husband is the killer. Our reporter is currently at the crime scene and he will provide more details."

"The husband is so heartless, how could he do that to his wife and child?" Jungkook says, shaking his head.

"I could never..." Jimin's eyes widen in horror at the news.

"Hoseok hyung, Namjoon hyung, look at this!" The maknae calls the two over, pointing at the screen. The screen switches to a man standing in front of a house.

"Good evening, this is Reporter Choi at the crime scene. According to the police, the victims are a mother and daughter each 41 and 19 years old respectively. After searching the house, a note and a wilting flower was found in the victim's bedroom. It is reported, the reported victim was a fan of the boy group BTS, and had went to the group's fanmeeting a few hours prior to the incident. To protect the victim's privacy, their photos will not be released and further information will not be leaked. It is truly devastating that a family had to go through this, our deepest condolences to the relatives and kin. This is Reporter Choi signing off."

The room is thick with silence. Perhaps it was their way of dealing with the grief, after all, one of their beloved fans had just passed. 

Hoseok quietly slips away into his room. If something happened to a fellow ARMY, the others would try to find out more. He needs to know more and the ominous feeling swarming in his chest is only making it worse. He clicks on Twitter and his feed is flooded with news, gossip, information, everything Hoseok needs. Tweet after tweet, his fingers move faster and faster, that is, until he sees that picture.

"Y-Yireum?"