Those ing . Those scums. They weren’t ing human at all. Letting this process in my mind, each fragment hurt like a , piercing my brain by the ing second.

I clenched my chest as it burned at its hottest, its scolding pain spreading like a roaring fire. Hot tears spilled out of my eyes, streaking my cheeks. Like a ing , I heaved loud, heavy sobs that echoed throughout the whole store.

Everything ing hurt, why...why did they do this to Jaejoong? That stupid ing amnesia made me oblivious to his suffering. Now I ing regret snapping on him that day when I found out that he walked in the street on purpose. I was a ing lunatic for yelling at him.

I ran out of the store, sprinting as fast as I could. I wanted to ing scream and take the pain out of my lungs, but God knows I couldn’t. But then I did. As I ran, I made the loudest ing scream that it pained people’s ears.

“ARRRRGHHHH!!!!!!!”

The people turned around, looking at me like I’m some ing ape. But I didn’t give a single .

Jaejoong suffered for so ing long, all because of that damn and his ing .

Who else were they? Nobody but him and ing Lee Mi Ran.

I continued to run like some bat kid, pounding my feet as hard as I could. God, everything ing hurt. I can’t even ing control my body, nor my mind. Everything inside was erupting, spreading like lava.

God...why can’t I stop crying? Why was I such a ing ? I’m a ing coward. I didn’t even fight for Jaejoong; I just ran away from that hospital without looking for him. I let my abouji prevail in his evilness, and stood back like a little coward.

I won’t let my fear stop me. I’ll do anything to avenge Jaejoong and I.

Something that will compensate for our pain.

Gangnam disappeared from my sight as my speed persisted.

But running was too tiresome, too tedious.

From afar, there was a biker pedalling on his bike, speeding into my direction.

Waiting for him to get closer, I stayed still, calculating his moves.

“OW!!!”

The biker collapsed onto the ground, along with his bike as I knocked him over like a psycho. The tires continued to spin, whirring.

“Yo! What the was that?!!!!” he yelled, clutching onto his arm.

I grabbed his collar, getting a good close up of his school tag.

“Sorry Jungkook-ah...I need this bike...”

“What?!!!!” the high school student yelled.

“Sorry man...this is ing important,” I gnarled, soon tossing him back to the ground like some garbage.

I pulled the bike back up, loading my onto it.

“YO!!!! What the hell?!!!” he yelled from behind.

“I’ll give it back to you!!!”

Or not.

Exerting all my strength from the anger I felt, I sped in the darkness, letting the wind fly past me. The tires scraped against the grounds as I pedalled harder, so hard that it felt like I took a hit of or some . God, this reminded me of when I was a teenage boy. ing multiple girls, taking hits of some random Yoochun gave me in the bag, cruising through the darkness, and fighting boys.

Pedalling this bike, I could feel myself reverting to the past identity I wanted to erase. But, rebels were always rebels, no matter how hard they tried. But this time, I had a ing purpose. It wasn’t to get a cheap thrill, or to boost my ego; it was to avenge Jaejoong. 

My eyes grew as I sighted the house. Despite the darkness, it was so huge that it caught your attention anyways.

Oh god. Nearing that house, knowing my of an abouji was in there made my stomach lurch. God, oh god. I don’t even know how I’ll be able to walk in. This place was the devil’s sanctuary, a place where the devil resided. I could never view this house the same again.

As an amnesiac, I viewed my father with a man of principles. He acted like some ing father, trying to get my forgiveness. I bet he was relieved that I got his amnesia, thinking he can warp my brain and . Well old man, nothing lasts forever, right? Just like Jaejoong and I’s happiness, you robbed that away from us and burnt it down to flames.

Another car besides my abouji’s was parked in the driveway, making me have to maneuver around the car until I found a spot to rest the bike on. I took myself out of the car, letting the bike fall to its side.

With each heavy step, I headed to the door. I pressed my finger against the doorbell, jabbing it over and over again until the door opened.

“Young mas-,”

Before the maid could finish her ing word, I walked passed her, not bothering to acknowledging her existence.

“Master...where are you going?!”

I continued to ignore her, treating her like some background noise as I dashed into the kitchen.

“Master...do you need something?”

My feet took me to the drawers, soon pulling the drawers. With my twitching, grubby hands as I snatched a pocket knife, holding it to my sides.

“Did...did you...”

I shoved the maid to the ground before she could interfere, resulting in a loud thud.

My heart throbbed in anticipation and fear as I searched t