𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 (Discontinued)

Chapter 45 - Arm's Length

Y/n finished the choreography with Straykids and all they needed to do was film the M/V which was scheduled next week at thursday. Y/n groaned as he hugged his brother Chan. "Hyung, what happened to Lucas and Hannah?" Y/n asked as he sighed running his fingers through his brunette locks "They're doing great. I don't think they remember you." Chan said as he let go of the hug. Y/n sat down and sighed heavily before nodding "Good." Y/n said before laying on the floor fully. The gaze Chan had never left Y/n, he was curious yet worried, why did Y/n not want his own siblings to not remember him? Chan thought. Y/n opened his eyes slowly, turning his gaze to his older brother who sat beside him with his feet tucked to his chest with a worried look "What?" Y/n asked as he wiped his face with one hand as he took a sharp breath "Do you hate Hannah and Lucas?" Chan said with a straight face looking at Y/n who bursted out laughing. He clutched his own stomach as he laughed trying his best to control himself, after a minute Y/n calmed down wiping a year that formed at the corner of his eye, "Are you seriously asking this?" Y/n asked as Chan remained with a straight face"What? No! Never have never will." Y/n said shaking his head. "Then why does it seem like you want to avoid them?" Chan asked with a quirked eyebrow, Y/n sighed standing up "I've done things that would get me to the news. I don't want them to get anywhere near me, I know what I'm capable of, you don't. Not even one bit." Y/n said whispering the last part of his sentence to himself, Chan suddenly stood up "What!" Chan asked grabbing onto Y/n's bicep "Chan Hyung, keep me at arm's length. That's what you need to do now." Y/n said pulling his arm away and grabbing his bag before walking to the door. Y/n twisted the door knob and pulled the door open "Just to keep you safe now hyung, keep me at arm's length." Y/n said before leaving Chan dumbfounded. Chan stood there his eyes wide, adrenaline was still present in his system as his mind ran. What could Y/n have done? Why does Chan need to keep Y/n at an arm's length? Chan kept thinking. In the empty room Chan stood, the gray walls and dim lights complimented his figure as he stood there. What happened to the sweet and innocent Y/n he used to hug so tightly at night? What happened to the sweet child that would cry whenever Chan would get yelled at because his grades would fell 1%? Where was his little brother?

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The metallic scent of fresh blood invaded my nostrils as I walked into the dull alley way. My eyes never faltering to remove it's gaze at the man that had a puncture wound on his side. He grabbed onto the wall for support as I gripped my knife tightly.
"You! You... Freaks!" The man shouted
"Shut up pig. This is what you deserve, and remember, you owe us one." I said walking closer to him adjusting my mask a bit.
My hand quickly jabbed the blade into his stomach causing more blood to spill from him, along with a loud cry for help. In my territory? Some good Samaritan might hear you, but they know if they act on it, they will be next.
"How does it feel? Heavenly? Does it feel painful?" I said grabbing the man's collar.
"Go to hell kid" the man said,his breath  had the scent of alcohol, before spitting on my face.
How dare he?
I threw him to the ground and walked backwards a bit, my shoes making a wet sound from the pool of blood surrounding the concrete. I kneeled beside him laughing a bit before piercing his thigh with the sharp blade of my knife.
"AGH!" He shouted in pure agony.
Beautiful.
Just like I wanted, I then pulled the knife out of his leg causing spurts of blood to stain my jacket. What a mess. Let's clean this up later. I think they brought petrol and kerosene. But I gotta focus on this dipshit. I reached the knife a bit to his other thigh before lifting it and piercing his thigh. The sound of the blade penetrating skin and muscle was obnoxious, but not more than his voice, ugh I hope I can just cut his tounge. Wait! I can. I twisted the knife in his thigh before pulling it out.
"You little Ugh! Fuck!" He said grabbing onto his thigh.
"Aww does it hurt? Well say your last words pig." I said grabbing his hair with my hand before pulling it to make him look at me
"Die in hell." He said with a smile.
His teeth stained with his own blood and his face bruised from the previous punches thrown.
"Gladly, see you soon." I said before opening his mouth and pulling out his tounge before stabbing it quickly. He tried to talk but only mumbles and screams were produced. I got tired of his voice quickly already, this is no fun when they're not responding like normal people. I got my knife and made the last incision on his throat. My blade quickly glided across the skin of his neck. Blood started pouring to his already blood stained clothes, the smell of the blood so metallic it made me squint my eyes a bit. Have fun in hell bastard, hope to see you soon. I closed his eyes as gushed of blood poured out from the veins and arteries on his neck. The blood staining his once porcelain skin soaking onto his pimp suit. Huh, pimp. Nice one Y/n, now, how to get rid of this evidence all in one?
"Kyung-jae! Did you bring kerosene?" I shouted to the man who was hauling crates of guns and money they had previously stole.
"Yeah, we'll go home first. You wanna clean this place up? We locked the other troops in the basement already." Kyung-jae said as he dropped the boxes he once held in his arms.
"Sure, leave me a lighter too. Thanks." I said waving him off. We make sure to not leave any evidence. This is what we are. Not a gang. Not a group. But we're a family with a bad secret.

Y/n laid his head on the sofa as he recalled the past events that changed his life. He smiled to himself, he had moved on from that small town now here to Seoul so that he wouldn't get caught.

"I wonder, where are the others?"

To be continued...