No.
NO.
Jaemin was not like him.
He was not like the man who'd tormented him his whole life.
It was then when he heard the door creak open.
"Father?"
Jaemin couldn't bear to look.
"Jeno" Whispered the blonde boy, as he stared down at the pool of blood he'd created.
"Jaemin..."
Renjun.
The boy then looked over to see a terrified Renjun, shielded by his despicable brother.
Yet, Jaemin didn't care about him.
Rather, he was staring into raveonettes' scared eyes.
Renjun was scared of him.
Renjun was scared of him.
It was then when every single piece of him that was barely holding up shattered.
The king was right.
Jaemin was like his father.
