Sungyeol was a wreck. He felt like the entire world was having fun screwing with him.

And sadly he will soon find out that it wasn't the end of his suffering yet.

After leaving in a miserable state the amusement park, he pulled out his phone and turned it on, suddenly in the mood of having a drink with Woo hyun. A frown was quickly formed instead on his perfect figure as he was shocked to find a miss call from none other than Dayeol. Something that was very much out of the ordinary. Putting aside his pitiful thoughts he had currently of himself, he pressed on the green button to listen to the message. After a long silence, Dayeol voice finally was heard and the little he said, instantly got Sungyeol running like a maniac.

- Hyung, please... please help me. Someone's at the house, Dayeol voice kept echoing in his mind. A tone filled with fear that got Sungyeol anxious to the point he was bitting his nails painfully.

Unaware of the dark figure that was calling out for him from the amusement park, Sungyeol threw himself in front of a cab, and litteraly yelled at the driver, pressuring him to get as fast as he could to the adress that he called his home. Not sure if he was going to make it in time to whatever trouble his younger brother was in, he composed the number of the closest police station near their house and reported what his brother told him on the phone. In about a few blocks away from his house, he leaped out of the car, after paying of course, and ran as fast as he could to their house. When he arrived, he looked immediately distressed when he noticed that they weren't any cops car in front of the house yet. So without much thoughts, he pushed open the front door and walked into it, where to his horror, he found what looked like blood on the floor.

With blood rushing through his brain and his heart beating so hard that it was practically painful, he followed the trail of blood that was leading upstairs. Unconciously the tears had already started to fall, and it only got worse, when he found her mother, father and brother's body on the floor, soaked in a frightening pool of blood. Was he having a nightmare while being wide awake? Could this day really get any worse? Sungyeol heavily fell on his knees then searching for a pulse from either of the bodies, he asked repeatedly

"Eomoni, Abeoji, Dayeol wake up. What the heck is this? Is this some kind of a joke? Appa! Omma! Dayeol ah, that's enough, come on wake up!"

The smell of blood was getting more and more pronounced but Sungyeol didn't care one bit of that detail or that the blood was staining him. The shock and fear of his family suppose death, however, made his heart fell deep at the pit of his guts. With shaking hands, he grabbed his phone and desperately tried to compose the emergency number, unfortunately with his trembling hands, the phone kept slipping through his fingers which only made him feel even more miserable and angry.

"Come on, stop shaking Sungyeol. Stop shaking", he angrily scolded himself but found himself unable to do so. Eventually,iwith some miracle he finally got the number right. He was then going to report his emergency when a noise downstairs caught his attention. Guessing it was the police, he gently set Dayeol body's on the floor and whispered wetly

"I'll be right back. I'll be right back." With that said, he stood up and was about to rush downstairs for help when he felt a weak grip on his hand.

"Run.... Hyung.... Go aw...ay."

"Dayeol, Dayeol, shhh. Don't speak. You need to preserve your strength. Hyung will be right back. You'll be fine, you hear me. I'll make sure of that."

Dayeol weakly shook his head and with tears with his eyes, he said

"I won't... Hyung. I won't make it."

"What are you saying, Dayeol? Of course you will. The help is already here. Just hang in there a little bit longer."

"Hyung... Get.. out of here. He's still..."

Dayeol, unfortunately, couldn't finish what he was saying as Sungyeol suddenly felt an unbearable pain on his right rib. He had just been propulsed to the wall with a frightening force. Sungyeol let out a painful yelp from the impact, and tried with difficulty to stand up in spite of his body screaming him not to, only to be once again shoved against the wall. His agressor then approached menacingly his bloodied body and Sungyeol guessed, without much problem, that it meant he was also going to meet his end. And somehow it didn't scare him at all to know that he was going to meet his end this way. Why would he? He'll be with his family, or at least he hoped. Surrendering to whatever attack that will put him out of misery, he frowned, when he realized, strangely, that the hit never came. Opening, his wounded eyes to have a better view to what was stopping his executioner to kill him but was greeted instead by a man in a police uniform that seemed to be yelling somethings to him though Sungyeol couldn't much decipher his words with his head slowly getting dizzy. What he comprehend from the man holding him nonetheless, was one word. "Massacre". And that was it. The only thing he understand before everything went blank. Or for his case, turned much darker then what he was normally used to. Was he dying?

"Is he awake?" Sungyeol heard a voice said in the mist of his darkness. However, the voice seemed far. As if it was being whispered to him. Where was he? Why was he feeling people moving him? Was he dead?

"Not yet doctor Park. His blood pressure and vital organs seems stable though." Doctor? So he was at the hospital. So... What about Dayeol or his parents.

"Omo, doctor his pulse is rising", a voice said once again. Sungyeol felt a hand over his face although he couldn't quite know, more focus in getting him out of the current situation which was to wake. When that done, he uneasily searched the faces for a familiar face but weren't shock to find none. Pulling out his oxygen mask, ignoring the nurses advice not to do so, he asked

"My... family. Where are... they?"

"Mr Lee, for your own good stay still for a moment. You have been badly injured. Luckily your ribs aren't that damage but if we don't take care of it immediately, it will only get more painful", explained the doctor. Sungyeol looked at him uninterested and pulling himself on a seated position regardless of the pain that shot up through his entire body, he asked once again in a dizzy way

"My family... I'm asking you about.. my family. Where... where are they?"

"Mr Lee, please lay back down and let me finish dressing up your wounds", said the doctor while wrapping a bandage around Sungyeol's torso to his waist. Sungyeol glared darkly at the older man and asked this time in a more agressive tone

"I'm asking you about my family. Why the hell are you telling me about me, they are more hurt than i am. So tell me where are they?" Again the doctor evaded the question as he said in a platonic yet warm tone

"Just stay still for a little while Mr Lee. I'm almost done." Sungyeol angrily pushed him away and yelled in an unnerved tone

" I'm asking you where the hell they are?! Fine, if you don't want to answer me, i'll go look for them myself." After much struggle to get up despite the nurses and the doctor warning, he stood up but was stopped from the hold the hand that was treating just few seconds ago had on his wrist. Why wouldn't they leave him alone? He was still alive wasn't he? Would it kill him to go look for his family? With an annoyed sigh, Sungyeol turned to the older man and darkly said

"Let go. I said..."

"Let go of him Dr Park! I said, let go", he heard the voice of an old man firmly said from behind him. From the way the nurses and the doctor reacted so obediendly to the newcomer's request, Sungyeol easily guessed that the man had to be an important figure. Not that it was really important to him. Whoever or whatever this man was was none of his concern for as far as he knew. He just wanted to see his family. That was all he wanted. The old man with grey hair smiled at Sungyeol then moving forward with the help of a man in a dark costume pushing his wheelchair, he handed Sungyeol a card and said

"Those are the room your family are. Unfortunately we had to separate them. Though, if i were you i would first pay a visit to your parents room." Sungyeol didn't need to be said twice, already he was rushing to the elevator heading to the underground floor where his parents were suppose to be at. Now that he thinks about it, why was his parents staying there and not at a better room? He was going to have to change that, he thought as the door of the elevator slowly slid open.

His heart litterally stopped beating, right that very moment when the elevator opened and a sign written "Morgue" appeared. If anyone were to ask him how he felt that very moment, he certainly wouldn't be able to answer. He himself didn't know. All he was concious of was how his legs gave out on him and his brain just stopped functionning there. His life could've ended, it wouldn't make much of a difference from how he felt, realizing that his parents were gone. This time.... to a journey that they won't come back from. Why did his life suddenly turn this way? When did everything suddenly went bad? 

The hall was dark and the smell of desinfectant that usually hunged around the white space of the hospital was seriously hurting his stomach. To the point that he really felt like puking. The faint light that was leading to where his parents were barely bright for Sungyeol. His sight seem to have drastically drop actually. Or was it because of the tears. A hiccup suddenly escaped from his lips, the minute his eyes landed on the two unmoved body of his parents. This had to be a nightmare. It had to be. But no matter how much he cried and called out for them, the cruel truth only hit him harder.