"You've got the thousand with you right?" Chanyeol said for the nth time.

"Yes, yes I have the cash with me, dear 'brother'," Baekbeom chuckled.

"Then... Let's go?" Chanyeol mumbled with a faint blush on his cheek.

"Okay." They got out of the car, it was parked a street or two away from the Kim mansion.

"Front or back?"

"Back."

"Okay no, going through the front doors will make it less suspicious, you've memorized the map right? You should know your way around."

"Chanyeol-ah, you're panicking too much." Baekbeom said placing a hand on the other's shoulder. "I'll be fine."

"You won't get hurt right? I promised Baekhyun that we'll all be alright."

"Chanyeol." Baekbeom said, "If Baekhyun accepts you into our home, there's one thing you should know. Never make this Hyung repeat himself. I'll. Be. Fine."

"Okay. Then I guess I'll meet you there. See ya." Chanyeol said walking away.

"Bye bye~!" Baekbeom smiled waving before walking in the opposite direction towards the front doors of the mansion.

He wondered why there was such a huge mansion in the middle of a city, usually they'd be in more spacious places... Right?

The security guards that were stationed outside the doors stepped forward.

"State your business here." One of them, a bug bulky one said.

"I'm here to pay a price." Baekbeom answered vaguely.

"A price? Such vague answer."

"I really can't say much about it. But I'm sure Mr Kim-"

"Lord Kim." The bulky man corrected.

"Sorry, I'm sure L-Lord Kim is expecting me."

"You know what to do," the bulky one said to his comrade.

His comrade bowed taking out his phone.

A phone call was made.

Baekbeom watched not really listening to the conversation.

A minute or so later the guard said "He's to be taken to Lord Kim."

"We can't leave our area, someone has to take him."

"Oh no, it's fine, I know my way through." Baekbeom smiled.

"We don't trust you."

"Then at least one of you should me." he suggested.

Just then, a maid came running out of the door.

Baekbeom thought his heart stopped when he saw her face.

Beautiful hazel eyes with chocolate brown hair tied in a messy loose bun and skin, not as fair but still beautiful. Her pink plush lips attracted Baekbeom. Her dark teal dress complimented her bright eyes greatly. She was very young, probably Baekhyun's age.

"Lord Kim asks for the visitor. He told me to him."

"Yes ma'am. Take him," the guard said pushing a dazed Baekbeom towards the maid.

"Let's go then," she said cheerfully smiling wide.

Baekbeom was struck hard with cupid's arrow.

She's so hot.

God damn.

She took his hand and led him into the mansion.

"Lord Kim kept on calling you things like disgusting child and stuff. But when I look at you, you seem normal and quite cool," she smiled tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sometimes I think Lord Kim is a little too harsh at times..."

The poor soul was tongue tied, infactuated as she led him further.

"I don't think I've seen you before. Usually Lord Kim's clients usually come and go for days. Is this your first time?"

"Uh, yeah... Kind... Of." He said, voice getting smaller as he talked.

"Oh, what's your name then?"

"Name?"

"Well, Lord Kim tells us to keep track of client's names so..."

"Oh, it's Byun Baekbeom."

"Unfortunately we can't give our identities out, but you can refer to me as Ski, that's pronounced as 'sky'." She said ing two of her top buttons to reveal her collarbone. Under it was a tattoo which read 'SK1'.

"Ah, we're here." she said.

She opened the large doors to the same hall from before.

Baekbeom hesitated.

Where are you, Park Chanyeol?

He stepped inside slowly with his head down, Ski followed in after him.

"Where did you run off to vermin?" Mr Kim said in a low tone.

"... How much must I pay?"

"Where's the younger one?"

"How much?" Baekbeom repeated.

"You're brother's life. And six million."

"Six million! Exactly what did father borrow from you?"

"He borrowed. A lot."

"I don't have six million on me right now."

"You'll have to pay it. All of it."

"I've a thousand for you right now." Baekbeom said taking the cash out.

"Ski, take it."

"Yes my Lord." Ski bowed taking the money.

"Well then? Where's the younger Byun? I may reduce the amount to 2.5 million if you give him to me."

Baekbeom bit his lips remaining deadly silent.

Park... Where are you? What's taking you so long?

Chanyeol jumped through one of the windows. The kitchen window to be exact.

He was lucky that the cooks weren't around. He snuck in, creeping through many corridors towards a room.

The storage room where the weaponry was usually kept. He found it and unlocked the door with a key he was given many years ago and still had.

Silently, he entered the room choosing a few gadgets the would come in useful later on.

A few smoke bombs, some knives a hand gun and a small first aid kit.

He successfully walked out closing and locking the door behind him.

Chanyeol was then making his way to the 'throne room'. He found it a little odd, how the house was deserted even though it was noon.

Lunch break isn't this early...

We was walking through yet another corridor but then stopped when he heard a soft painful moan coming from one of the rooms, or more precisely, Zhang Yixing's room.

Curiosity took over as Chanyeol placed his ear on the door listening intently.

He placed his hand gently on the door knob and twisted the handle slowly and opened the door inch by inch.

Through the gap he made, he saw Yixing lying in an awkward position on the bed with ugly purple-red bruises littering his bare skin. He only has the bloodied duvets covering his bare body in the cold Autumn day.

"Yixing?" Chanyeol called stepping into the room. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Ch-ch..." He couldn't open his mouth at all.

"What's with all the bruises? Who did this?"

"Hy...ng..." He gasped out, throat dry and croaky.

"Suho? This? Gosh... Why would he...? A-anyway, do you want water?" Chanyeol said walking to the small table which had a jug of water and a glass. He filled the glass and gave it to Yixing.

"C...n't mo...ve my ha...nds." He wheezed out.

"... That's a lot of broken bones," Chanyeol examined as he lifted the glass to Yixing's red swollen lips.

Silence invaded the place of a while. Chanyeol forgot about the plan completely.

"Park... Chanyeol." Yixing whispered, his voice was just a fraction better than before. Water did help. "S-sorry,"

"I knew you weren't like them. You're different."

"I'm... S-sorry." He whispered again shivering.

"I'll get you something to wear." Chanyeol rummaged through the cupboards until he found a fairly wooly jumper.

"Can you get up?"

"I... Think so." Yixing mumbled crying painfully as he raised his body to a sitting position. "I'll wear it myself."

"You sure?"

"Yes..." Yixing hissed in pain. He took the jumper and pulled it over his head.

"Shouldn't you treat your wounds first?" Chanyeol said getting out the small first aid kit he had.

"No!" Yixing yelled abruptly straining his voice. He withdrew to a fit of coughing before carrying on. "I'm fine."

"But-"

"I'm sure you di-didn't return... For me. You have other th-things to do... don't you? Go. Forget me... I'll be fine..." Yixing wheezed out.

And then Chanyeol remembered why he was here in the first place. He got up taking a few steps away from Yixing.

"You'll be fine right?"

"Yes." Yixing hissed scrunching his face in pain.

"You don't look-"

"Chanyeol." Yixing said pulling out a hand gun from under his pillow. The action surprised Chanyeol greatly.

"Go." Yixing whispered. Chanyeol nodded once and walked out shutting the door behind him. He rested his head on the door closing his eyes.

Yixing...

The silence stretched for too long making Mr Kim impatient.

"So will you give him to me?"

"You don't need him." Baekbeom glared at the elder man.

"I do. I need to kill him the way your father killed her."

Three lazy claps were heard from behind Baekbeom and then a gun click.

"'Kill him the way your father killed her'? What a load of . You've already taken two innocent lives. Isn't that enough? Wasn't my mother and sister enough! Or should I add one more life to the list, should I add your life?"

"Chanyeol?" Baekbeom said relieved.

Ski ran and shielded Mr Kim. "Put the gun down."

"Hyung step back." Chanyeol said ignoring Ski and taking his aim.

"But-"

"Step back."

Baekbeom nodded his head turning to Ski.

"You should go."

"Not unless Lord Kim orders me to."

"The filth is right, Ski, you're no longer needed here, leave."

"But sir! You will get shot-" she was stopped harshly by a slap on the face. Baekbeom felt a rage burn within him.

How dare he... To a women too!

"Leave This instant!" Mr Kim bellowed.

"Y-yes sir." She got up and bowed before taking her leave.

The door clicked shut behind her. The sound was too calm to fit the tension filled atmosphere.

"I will kill you and avenge my family." Chanyeol hissed through gritted teeth. "You've already taken two, that should be enough to compensate for your wife's death."

"Will you shoot me?" Mr Kim mocked. "Remember that I provided your family after your coward of a father fled."

"You did nothing. We could've survived without your help. You murdered them."

"Did I now? Wasn't it you who murdered them?"

"What do you mean?"

"I did give you time. Two years to kill him. Yet you never. You've murdered your own family. It was your fault. If only you had killed him earlier, they would've survived. But you didn't."

"Chanyeol don't listen to him... He's provoking you!"

"Am I now? It's the truth, all of it. Aren't I right Chanyeol?"

Chanyeol stayed deadly quiet. It scared Baekbeom; the dark murderous look in his eyes, the way his head was bent low, the veins popping out of his temples, the way he stood with an intimidating posture...

... The hand holding the gun firmly, fearlessly without a single quiver.

Baekbeom knew then,

Chanyeol would taint his hands red if he felt the need to, or to protect his loved ones.

In a way it was sweet but dangerous.

"Chanyeol," Baekbeom called. "Are you okay?"

Chanyeol's silence was fearsome.

"He won't talk back. He can't talk back. He's weak! He can't even  kill an unarmed boy!"

Insult after insult. Chanyeol's anger grew silently.

Shoot.

Shoot him.

Do it.

Save Baekhyun.

Save your love.

Save them.

The voices in Chanyeols head cried pleading and persuading him.

"You couldn't save your family. What makes you think you can save these weak stray pups?"

Chanyeol lifted his head taking in a quick breath. He placed his finger on the trigger.

Bam!

Baekbeom dropped to the floor, a pool of blood was beginning to bloom around him.

Chanyeol's eyes grew wide.

"Park Chanyeol." A voice from behind said. "Pull the trigger and this one will die too."

Chanyeol slowly turned his head to face the armed figure, or more precisely, the smaller boy beside the figure who was currently a trigger away from death.

"B-Baekhyun?"

"So tell me Baek, how did all this happen?" Kyungsoo said eyes twinkling in excite. The two were sitting on the black couch in Kyungsoo's lounge. They were alone in the house, Kyungsoo's family weren't home, they were out of town for a while leaving him behind purely because he chose not to go with them.

"Kyungsoo! I... We... We we're in a tough situation and... He saved us. We ran away, to his home in the country. It was beautiful Kyungsoo..." Baekhyun drifted into a daydream as he carried on talking about his experience.

"You didn't... Do that did you?"

"What? No!" Baekhyun said face flushed. "It was just... Just kisses."

"Just kisses? I'm pretty sure it was more. Hell you guys were making out outside my door with all that touching and , gosh." Kyungsoo teased.

"I'm sorry." Baekhyun laughed. "I've just... Never felt so... So loved before..."

"So how comes he dumped you here and walked off? What's happening?" Kyungsoo said.

"Well... It's a thing my father did. I'm not too sure yet but he borrowed from some man and didn't pay him back. We have to pay instead. But... He... Wants me..." Baekhyun's voice lowered to a whisper. "Dead."

"What!? Gosh Baekhyun! That's absurd!" Kyungsoo said shocked. His already massive eyes became wider.

"But it's okay. They have a plan. They will be okay. No need to worry, they'll be okay." Baekhyun assured more to himself than Kyungsoo.

Noticing the change in Baekhyun, Kyungsoo changed the subject. "So, you hungry? Should I make you anything?"

"Yes!" Baekhyun jumped. "Anything. I missed your heavenly food!"

"Hmm... Let's see. Chicken?"

"With potatoes. It must have potatoes or it's incomplete. I'll help make it." Baekhyun offered.

"Then I'd have to go and get potatoes. we've run out."

"I'll do it!" Baekhyun said.

"But-"

"No. Kyunggie, you get everything sorted. I'll be back with potatoes." Baekhyun said pushing the other into the kitchen before turning for the door.

"Yaa Baek, I haven't given you the money yet. Where are ya going? Expect to get it free do you?" Kyungsoo laughed before handing him change. "Just get one bag."

"Okay~!" And with that, Baekhyun left the house...

Suho was done 'playing' with Yixing. He smiled when the other's body jolted every so often. He electrocuted him quite a bit and hit him hard.

"Dear brother, you're more cute when your like this." He smiled caressing Yixing's cheek admiring the 'work' he did.

"M... Move..." Yixing's lips trembled as tears streamed his eyes. "N-no... M-mo-more..." He cried. It hurt when his chest lifted and fell with every shaky breath he took.

"It's okay, I don't play with ragged dolls anyway," Suho smiled down at the other. He brushed his fingers in Yixing's fringe. "But you're an exception... Hyung will be going now,"

He gave a soft, loving peck on Yixing's lips before leaving the room.

Suho walked out of the mansion and roamed the streets purely out of boredom.

He honestly never expected to bump into Byun Baekhyun at all.

But when he did sight the younger, he smirked.

This will be fun...

Baekhyun smiled obliviously thinking about Kyungsoo's cooking as he placed the few coins on the till.

"Thank you," the women bowed giving him the bagged item.

Baekhyun nodded shyly before taking the bag and stepping out of the store and making his way back to Kyungsoo's house.

He didn't know that someone was following him home.

Everything seemed normal. The sky, the trees, the weather, the people, everything!

He didn't even think for one moment that things could turn for the worst...

He hummed happily walking down a street.

I'll turn this corner and then Kyungsoo's house will be two seconds away...

He turned to a different street bumping into someone. The bag fell from his hands.

"Sorry!" He apologised dropping to his knees to pick the bag up. he didn't look at the stranger's face at all.

"Don't be." The stranger said.

But Baekhyun knew that voice.

It wasn't a stranger at all.

Baekhyun gulped, keeping his eyes on the ground. He could feel shivers race down his spine.

"Look up kid."

"N-no." Baekhyun barely whispered.

Baekhyun felt Suho's shoe collide with his jaw unmercifully. He fell back clutching his jaw in pain.

"Ow..." He hissed feeling a warm substance running down his neck.

Blood.

"I've found you Byun. Father has been restless these past few days. Where did you run to?" Suho snickered pulling the other up with ease.

"What do y-you want?" Baekhyun whimpered.

"Follow me. This setting isn't... Right." He dragged the smaller boy to the back of the mansion.

"So?"

"You're a little stupid Baekhyun. Why did you follow me back here? The place where you'd most likely die?"

"You dragged me here. I didn't come here of my own will."

"You didn't try fight."

Because I want to see Hyung... I want to see Chanyeol... I want to know whether they're safe or not...

"What do you want?" Baekhyun said shifting the subject.

"It's your fault."

"Mine?"

"It was your fault. None of this would've happened, no one would be suffering right now."

"You're lying."

"It was you. You're the reason why that Park's mother and sister died. If you just died two years ago, everything would've been fine."

"No... Stop!" Baekhyun cried.

"The reason why your father killed my step mother... It was all you."

"What? What do you mean?"

"She was pregnant."

"And?"

"With your father's child."

"What!"

"He forced it onto her. She didn't want the child. Neither did he. All he wanted was the pleasure, even though your mother was pregnant with you at that time. He cheated behind her back."

"That's a lie!"

"It isn't. Because your mother was ill when carrying you, your father couldn't... 'Relieve his stress'. So he found a women while working. He took her, made her drunk and... Well, bedded her."

"Nonesense! My father wasn't like that!"

"This was all straight after Yixing was born. So of course she was still facing the side effects of pregnancy. After he bedded her, he threatened to kill her if she ever told a living soul about what happened. He never knew she would end up pregnant with his child. When he found out, he shot her. Along with the unborn."

Tears fell down Baekhyun's eyes.

"H-how is it my fault?"

"It was when you were in your mother's womb. You cause her a lot of pain and she was ill most of the time. If you weren't created, my step mother wouldn't have died and none of this would've happened. It's all your fault."

"So then... Wh-what... Do I do?"

"You die. Simple as. With your death, everything will be solved."

"H-how...?" Baekhyun sniffed.

Suho took his wrist leading him into the mansion or more exactly, the main hall where they were a few days ago.

Suho gave a look at Baekhyun. He smirked when he saw the other wasn't even looking straight, he was drownig deep in the sea of sorrow and depression.

Suho smiled.

He's so gullible, so easy to manipulate...

Suho took out a small gun he had borrowed from a security guard.

He checked Baekhyun's facial expression.

It didn't change.

He wasn't in he world right now. He was sinking deep in his mind.

Suho smirked and then opened the door to the hall. The first thing he did was shoot Baekbeom, near his spine to be exact. He then aimed the gun at a dazed Baekhyun's head. He looked at Chanyeol sighting the gun that was aimed at his father.

"Park Chanyeol," Suho said. "Pull the trigger and this one will die too."

"B-Baekhyun?" Chanyeol called.

The other didn't reply, purely because he was drowning in his thoughts to even hear the other or even see him.

"Suho... Where did you get that filthy vermin from?"

"Found him wondering the streets."

"The streets?"

"Yeah. So I thought I might as well bring him back here." Suho said.

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol called.

"It... It's all my fault." The smaller boy mumbled still in a world of his own.

"What? It's not your fault!" Chanyeol said taking a step closer.

"Don't move Park, or I'll shoot." Suho threatened applying pressure to the trigger.

"What did you do to him."

It wasn't a question at all.

"Nothing. Just made it easier for him to put the puzzle pieces together."

"What does that mean?"

"It's my fault... Y-you... Your mother and sister died... If I died two years ago..." Baekhyun said tears spilling out of his eyes. "If I died... Then so m-many lives could've been saved. I... Oh gosh. Hyung!"

He finally snapped back into reality and ran over to the elder who was lying unconscious on the floor.

"Hyung! Hyung!" Baekhyun cried shaking the other. His hands were soaked in blood the more he touched the other. "Don't leave me! Hyung! Wake up!"

"Psh, that lasted too quick." Suho sighed.

"What did you do?" Chanyeol glared at the older man.

"Just... Manipulated him for a while. But that didn't go as planned. Father should I just shoot him?"

"Very well."

"Okay then," Suho smiled brightly firing a bullet at a vulnerable Baekhyun.

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol yelled. He ran and shielded the other just in time but the bullet pierced his right instead.

"Ah ," he hissed as he clutched the wound.

"Father can I kill him first?"

"He's unneeded so if you want-"

Four bullets were fired before Mr Kim finished his sentence. From the pain, Chanyeol was unable to react fast enough the bullets entered him, one on each of Chanyeol's limbs.

"!" Chanyeol gasped as he fell to the floor. "Baekhyun... Stay behind me,"

"Hyung..." Baekhyun cried letting Chanyeol's words go over his head.

"Baekhyun..." Chanyeol reached for the smaller boy scrunching his face in pain. "Baekhyun listen... Listen to me."

"Ch-Cha-Chanyeol?" Baekhyun gasped turning his head to meet the other's pained eyes.

"Listen..."

"Ah... I... I-I..." Baekhyuns lips quivered, his shaky hands came to his face. "It's all my fault..."

"No, Baekhyun..."

"It's my fault you're all hurt..."

"No, no it isn't. Baekhyun listen-"

"I don't... Want to hurt anyone else..."

"Baekhyun!" Chanyeol hissed harshly. "Listen. Take this, shoot that man, kill the one who caused you pain."

He gave the gun he had to Baekhyun who took it with shaking hands.

"B-but-"

"Do it."

"Chanyeol I can't!"

"I'm losing blood Baekhyun... Hurry." Chanyeol whispered his eyes closing.

"I... I can't," Baekhyun cried.

"Please."

"I'm... I'm sorry. I'm sorry Chanyeol." Baekhyun took in a deep breath. "I can't."

"Baekhyu-"

Baekhyun lifted the gun to his temple. "But... But if... If I die... Then... Then at least y-you... Everyone... N-no one will get hurt anymore... so..."

"Baekhyun no!" Chanyeol hissed as he tried to get up. "Baekhyun!"

But he was too late.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Chanyeol."

A loud gun shot echoed around the vast space they were in.

The gun dropped beside Chanyeol's hand.

Baekhyun's body fell to the floor, blood oozing out of his temple.

There was a long silence.

"Aww, how sweet, Juliet sacrificed her life for her weak pathetic Romeo," Suho snickered.

"N-no... Baekhyun... Baek... This can't be real..."

"What will you do now Park?"

A wave of emotions came flooding into emotions. He couldn't control himself. With a yell he picked up the gun taking his aim.

"Die you ing murderer!" He screamed.

It wasn't like the movies where there was an epic pause before the last blow, or where time slowed at the moment, no.

It came tumbling all at once.

Crash!

The sound of glass shattering was heard.

Chanyeol's sight became hazy from the blood loss. He was lucky none of his vitals were affected. The last thing he saw was Mr Kim laughing at him, the window behind him was shattered.

I... Missed?

.

He was overtaken by an inky black darkness...

It had been half an hour and Baekhyun never returned.

Where is he? The shop isn't that far away...

Kyungsoo sighed watching the chicken cook. He noted that it would take another ten to fifteen minutes until it was cooked.

The shop was only five minutes away.

It was enough time to run to the shop and get back in time.

He set out putting on a warm scarf.

He didn't get far before he noticed a pack of potatoes lying abandoned on the pavement and a small trail of blood.

Baekhyun...

Alarmed he quickly followed the trail but it ended in the middle of a road. He looked around sighting a few buildings, trees and a lone mansion whiched looked highly suspicious. He walked on a little closer to the mansion admiring it's exterior in great detail.

From where he was standing, Kyungsoo sighted two people, they were tiny from where he was so he couldn't really see. But he was as sure as day that one was threatening the other.

He could hear their voices a little and this suspicion was determined. He fumbled through his pockets for something. When he found it he took it out fiddling with a few buttons a little before bringing it to his ear...