Yoong POV

Last three footsteps, I have arrived at a dark alley. I finally cornered the man that I've been seeking of… the one that stole away everything from me. I pulled out a gun from my pocket and aimed it at his forehead. Yet, instead of guilt, I saw nothing in his eyes but innocence.

No. This isn't right.

I tried to put away my gun but it seemed my hands were stiffened.

No. This cannot happen.

"Hyung!" I shouted. My finger was, at the same time, about to pull the trigger. Yet, I tried my hardest to resist it.

"Hyung!" I shouted again. He did not respond and only stared at me. "Hyung!"

But, in a split second, he had fallen lifelessly on the ground. Lots of blood was dripping down from the hole on his forehead.

No. This isn't true.

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I bolted up from my bed. My whole body's sweating hard. . It's that dream again.

I headed for the bathroom to fix myself up and, at the same time, give a splash of cold water on my face, hoping it could ease away this horrible feeling. Yet, I know, it is never enough. I still feel too ing messed up.

Suddenly, someone knocked hard at the bedroom door. It was as if he was slamming his hands over it. "Yo, ing idiot. Wake up!" my older brother, Changmin, shouted from the other side.

I quickly headed for the door. "How the hell did you get inside my apartment?!" I said as I opened it widely.

"I'm just awesome, that's it."

I sighed, "Just get out, okay."

He mocked a chuckle, "What? You've been shouting 'hyung' earlier, you know, like you were calling for my help. What do you want me to do with that?"

"Just in’ get out of here. You're not welcome here."

Yet, he just ignored me and went inside. He sat on my bed. "Don't tell me you're dreaming about your beloved Yuri again, huh? You know, dad and I are having thoughts you're really gay."

"Stop meddling with my life and get out of here!"

He raised his hands. "Whoa. Whoa. Easy, man. You think I'm here for no reason?"

"Then, what do you want from me?!"

"Well…" He looked around first then back to me. "I'm just here to take what's mine."

I looked at him in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Then, I heard a loud crash of plates from the kitchen. As I turned around, I saw several men, carrying all of my things out of the apartment. "What's the ing meaning of this?!" I shouted as I went near them. "Hey, put that down!"

Yet, they just ignored me. My brother then snapped from behind, "Like I said, 'little brother', I'm here to take what's mine."

I turned and glared back at him. He smirked as he walked towards me then, tapped my shoulder, "In short, I'm taking this apartment from you, so…" He closed the gap of our faces to a foot and chanted annoyingly as he wiggled his eyebrows, "Time to tele-bye bye~ Time to tele- bye-bye~"

I swatted his hand away, "Shut the up. You're not taking anything here." I redirected to his men, "All of you, get the ing out of my apartment!"

"No, don't!" My idiotic brother contradicted. "Just continue what you're doing. Don't mind this guy!"

"Aiisssh-- I'm gonna tell mom and dad about this!"

He mocked a chuckle, "Hah! Dad's the one who told me that I can keep this place, you know!"

"What?!"

He nodded while smirking evilly at me, "Yes, buddy. You heard it right. This place is so ing mine."

This is so god damn . Now he's even taking my apartment away from me?!

I went back to my room to get my emergency travel bag. I always have this for, you know, contingency matters. Well, that's what Jes--- No... I prefer not saying her name so, let's just call her my 'hurtful past'.

My 'hurtful past' once told me that we can't always be sure of the circumstances we might come across so, it's better to always get ready on everything, most especially on events related to 'damnation'. That is the main reason why she prepared this bag for me.

You know, she actually taught me lots of things like, how to value things I own, how to manage risks and expand to even higher opportunities… how to… feel the pain of a broken heart… To feel alone… To feel wanting to never love again…

*Sigh*. And the bitterness inside me seeps out without warning again...

Oh well. Enough of this. I need to hurry and confront my father.

I hurried out of the apartment and to the parking lot. Yet, before I could get out of the building's entrance, the 'idiot' guy called my attention. "Hey, little brother!"

I turned to face him, "Now what?!"

"Aren't you gonna watch the fire ritual I'll do before you go?"

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly, a guy that was holding a box of my things tripped down the stairs due to my brother's stupid foot. As a result, the contents of it scattered all over the hallway. The idiot then shouted in annoyance, "Hey, watch where you're--- oh." He went down towards the scattered pictures and picked up one. "Who is she? Your girlfriend?"

I looked away from him. "No..."

"Hmmm. She must be your ex-girlfriend then."

"..."

He suddenly mocked a laugh which caught my attention again, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Now what's this?!" I looked at his direction again and saw him snatching away the stuff toy from his personnel who was putting it back in the box. "You own a ing teddy bear?!"

That one... My 'hurtful past' gave that Rilakkuma doll to me during our first monthsary...

"Hahaha! You are so ing gay, man. Like, seriously, I cannot believe I really have a gay brother!"

He had me at the edge of my temper again. One more insult and I'll be landing my fist on his ugly face.

He finally stopped on laughing hysterically. He redirected back to me and asked, "Say, can I have these?"

"..."

"I'm sure you don't need these anymore, right?"

I turned away back for the entrance again, "Go ahead, all yours. Do whatever you want with them."

"Haha! Alright! I can't wait to see these ty things get burned!"

What?!

I turned to face him again. However, he was already on his way, running towards the backdoor of the building as he carried the box. I hurriedly followed him. Yet, I as I got out from the back door, an extremel