Two

A loud bang, as if something broke down, and screams of your parents wake you up from a peaceful sleep. Multiple gunshots are heard covered up with screams. You don't know if you're still dreaming or if it's actually happening. Sliding your feet slowly into your slippers, you make your way to the closed door of your room to get a better hearing of what's going on. Around two minutes of chaos later, two gunshots are heard and everything goes silent. Contemplating whether to go out there and investigate or not, you hear engines starting and driving away.

'Must've been a robbery,' crosses your mind as you carefully open your creaking door and drag your feet towards the scene of the "robbery". Pool of blood is sliding down the wooden floor, wetting the area in no time. It's almost completely dark in there, however you could make out the blood and the dead bodies lying on the floor right next to each other that can clearly be identified as your parents. Even though the situation should have you freaked out by now, you're as calm as ever and you don't understand why either. Maybe it's the peace washing over you. The thought of having the house all to yourself without no screams and arguments 24/7.

You can't figure out who might've done this, but if you did---as much as you liked your parents---you'd thank them.

You collectedly drag the bodies one by one, pick a shovel from your father's garage, and burry them. By the time you're all finished, it's almost around 6 am and you need to clean up quickly if you don't want people walking by to find anything suspicious.

Even though you didn't know the killer/s, you are doing them a big favor and they'll need to repay you one day.

You use your mother's cleaning supplies to clean the floors and anywhere else where the blood might've splashed on. After making sure the house is spotless, you take a quick warm shower and go back to sleep as you basically haven't slept all night.

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You wake up to the peaceful quietness of the house that you haven't had to experience for a very long time now. Your plan is to report them missing once you think it's been long enough.

For now, it's time for you to go to your place by the ocean and have some time alone to yourself, even though you're going to have that all the time, now that they're 6 feet under ground.

It seems like you have company by the ocean today. Those people must've spilled their wine or whatever they're drinking, the ground is red, being constantly washed up by the ocean. You can't make out what's going on since you're a little far away but when you come close, you can clearly see it's another homicide. You wonder how many more of them you'll see before it stops for good.

When, apparently, the killers hear footsteps behind them, they quickly retreat from the body lying completely unconscious and point their guns your directions.

'They must've been the killers from earlier', you tell yourself

"Put them down," a voice from behind you orders,

You swiftly turn your head to the direction of the voice and there stood the man you believe you can never have. You feel your breath stuck in your throat, can't make a word out of your mouth.

Is this what being close to him does to you?

"What are you doing here?"

That voice. Oh how you can listen to it all day and night.

"I was just- I was-", damn it y/n can't even say a word to save your life

He raises his eyebrows, patiently waiting for an answer.

"I come by all the time. It's like my place. Well, not my place, I don't own it or anything. I just like sitting here because anyone barely comes here. You're actually the first ones I've seen here ever since I started coming to this place,"

'I should stop talking' you tell yourself and stop yourself from rambling even more.

"How are you so clam about this? Seeing the dead body on the ground, yet I don't see you begging for your life right now," he crosses his hand behind his back and takes a few slow steps towards you.

The men from before are long gone and it's just you and the man walking towards you in that wide beach area.

"Maybe I don't have anything to live for," you reply in a challenging tone. You're sure he wouldn't hesitate to take out a knife and slash your throat this second, but you don't know what's stopping him.

"Why is that?"

You dismiss his question, "What's your name?" You've been wanting to know for a very long time now,

"You didn't answer my question,"

"It's not something I can answer right now," you lower your eyes from his and focus them on his clean white shirt.

"Jung Hoseok," you lift your eyes back to his confusingly,

"My name is Jung Hoseok," he elaborates,

'Jung Hoseok' you think to yourself. It sounds like a name a prince would have.

"I'm-"

"Y/n"

"How do you know?"

"I know every name in this town,"

"That's not possible,"

"It is so,"

"It's not,"

After a while of your back and forth, you decide to give up and ask, "How?"

"Let's just say...I've got connections,"

"What kind of connections?" you ask genuinely curious,

"You ask too many questions,"

He's irritated by you already, you can tell by the expression on his face.

"Why did you stop your guys from killing me?"

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