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Baekhyun stopped counting how many times he felt like a coward. 

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At nine years old, Baekhyun was robbed of his childhood when two teenagers decided to push a knife into his brother’s back. 

Not once.

Not twice.

Baekhyun read all about it when he was fifteen. He read all about it when he found the papers.

Baekhyun shouldn’t have read about it, but he did. 

Baekhyun read all about the way they tried to make it seems like something else.

Like they weren't guilty.

Like they didn't take that knife, these platic bags, with them, and lure his brother in a empty field.

Baekhyun read all about how they said it was about cigarettes. 

He read the lies.

He read everything.

He read about the marks on his brother's .

About the way they took of his clothes to make people believe it was all about .

Baekhyun read everything.

And Baekhyun hated himself even more because Baekhyun shouldn’t have read about it, but he did. 

How it all happened.

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At nine years old, Baekhyun went to his very first funerals. 

Baekhyun had a pink shirt.

He didn’t cry.

There was a lot of people.

He didn’t cry.

His father was there.

Mama cried.

They had to say goodbye.

Baekbeom didn’t cry.

Mama was devastated. 

Baekhyun didn’t cry.