News of people committing suicide, a gas leak and a my brother's disappearance was just the tip of the iceberg when I came home to find my parents dead.
Then I was kidnapped.
By who?
NCT.
Where did they bring me?
SM, School of Missions.
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Johnny had left the room for some peace.
He had been watching calmly, Jaemin setting fire to the papers while Jaehyun was yelling that it was needed "in the name of science!" but Johnny agreed that some things were better left unread. He smiled, watching his wife finally closing her eyes. She had been weirdly calm and he knew that it would take time for his father to fix her, but it put him at ease that it could be done.
In the end, she was special with the Marvel-U drug and unlike her other Seasonies.
She seemed tired, the way she sat, and all Johnny could think of was how proud he was of her. When he met Dana, she was selfish. She would have put herself first and there was no doubt that she still loved herself very much—there was just a shift in her morals. Johnny patted his pockets to grab a cigarette and a lighter, going out to the balcony.
It was a scenery, overlooking Linjin and he knew that he would have to make sure that the town was properly recovered. With Kun, Taeyong and Doyoung's help, maybe he could find a place for the people of Linjin and bring them away from the place. It was a place of trauma and it was dangerous.
He saw figure in the rice fields and when he squinted carefully, by the clothes—he could see that it was Minghao. He seemed to be catching crickets and Johnny found himself laughing, at ease at how Minghao was finally able to tell people that he was actually not blind.
He sighed.
This was the last mission.
He knew it.
For some time, the past year, he was still on guard and Johnny knew his instincts were strong. He lit up the cigarette when there was a shuffle and he turned to see that it was his father. He still could not see his features, but when Doctor Jongho spoke, Johnny tensed up.
"Relax, John," his father said, stepping up to stand beside him but Johnny couldn't help it. He tore his eyes away from his father, keeping his eyes on the rice fields when his father spoke. "I can't remember the last time I stood beside you like this. Now you're taller than me."
His comment made Johnny frown, the male chewing on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say.
"I have been talking to Jeffrey," his father said and Johnny continued to listen. "He told me that you can't see faces."
Johnny let out a deep breath. This was something he didn't want to talk to his father about.
"He said that the MRI showed no physical damage," Doctor Jongho said, clearing his throat. "He said that he believes that it was psychological. He said that you told him that it started since your mother and I divorced."
Johnny kept silent when his father hit it right on the head.
"Do you blame me, John?" he asked, Johnny exhaling before looking down. "Do you blame me for everything—"
