My mother quickly ran outside and hid the knife block.

That was the first sign. Two nights ago, i didn't pay attention that much, but what really is wrong at sight is that my suitcase were placed on the kitchen table. It was an actual event. The suitcase seem full with i don't know whose clothes in there. There's nothing missing from my closet, it's like untouched. Probably it wasn't mine. I checked the suitcase out of curiousity and what i saw inside was new clothes, skinny jeans with a price tag still intact and new clothings and shoes..but wait..i'm the only child in this house..father won't fit into these clothes..ohh noo. Then theres this particular muscle tank..where it is really fire-engine red. The colour of Jonghyun's blood which splatter all over the kitchen tiles. As i watched his lifeless body slide onto the floor, blood flowing out of the stabbed wound.

That red blood.

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