Wrong Place Wrong Time- Requital (8)
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Part 8 of an ongoing series enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)
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Summary: Wrong Place Wrong Time trilogy. 14 years later and…
Word Count: 2,240
“My wife.” Kyungsoo panicked. “And the
You looked over as you heard Yixing scoff from beside you. You shook your head in his direction, what had gotten into him and why was he being so insensitive?
“Kyungsoo calm down, we’ll get some of the boys to go and deal with this.” Junmyeon raised his arm in the air demanding some silence. “Yixing, Tao, Jongin…can you sort this out? I don’t think Kyungsoo is capable…” He looked down at Kyungsoo’s wheelchair and pulled a face. Tao nodded slowly. Fine we’ll—”
“No.” Yixing butted in. “I’m not able to.”
“Yixing what the heck is wrong with you? Why are you being like this?”
“I’m not going. Someone else can take my place.” He frowned as he dropped himself down on the sofa. He was clearly in no hurry to go anywhere.
“Fine. I’ll go shall I?” Chanyeol huffed as he shook his head at Yixing.
“What about weapons? You can’t just go in empty handed, can you? You’ve no idea what you’re walking in to.” Baekhyun frowned as he kept his eyes glued onto Seojun’s phone. You began to feel uneasy, previously the boys had always been prepared for such attacks, but now you were all so vulnerable.
“Wait…” Minseok breathed shakily as he looked at you and then disappeared into your room. He returned moments later with a small handgun. You gasped as you stared at it in horror.
“Minseok!?” You felt sick. He promised that he would get rid of all weapons that he had owned, they weren’t safe especially when you had a child running around. Besides, a fresh start meant getting rid of everything toxic. “You promised me—”
“I know.” He said quickly and closed his eyes. “I know what I promised.”
“So what the—”
“Listen, this isn’t the time to badger him about this. In fact, thank God he didn’t throw it away because this may save a life tonight. Yes it may end another’s, but it will save one of us as ironic as that sounds. Did you really think we could through life without being paranoid Y/N? Without us thinking we’d ever be attacked again. Did you really think it was possible to live without any protection? You’d be stupid to think that all of us didn’t keep at least one weapon tucked under our beds.” Junmyeon shook his head at you.
“Chanyeol?” You whispered.
He shrugged his shoulders at you as he
looked up with pity in his eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/N, Junmyeon’s right.”
You let out a breath as you looked at all of the men in the room and suddenly they were all monsters again. Exactly like when you first met them. Of course they hadn’t changed. Once a monster, always a monster. Their hands would be stained with the blood of each and every life they took for eternity; innocent or guilty. You were stupid for thinking that life could change.
Minseok let out a breath as he gave the gun
“I hope you’re still a sharp shooter Jongin. There’s only 1 bullet left, make sure you get them this time. We don’t need another Luhan repeat.”
“Hey I thought we stopped blaming that on me. I feel awful for what I let happen to Sehun—”
“Jongin stop. You didn’t let anything happen to Sehun. His death wasn’t your fault, how were you to know about Luhan’s surgery? It was Luhan’s fault, he was the one that pulled the trigger not you. Okay?” Baekhyun said sternly as he frowned at Minseok. “But you guys need to go. Quickly.”
Jongin wrapped his long fingers around the
gun and tucked it into his trouser pocket.
“Yeah we’ll try and be back.” He sighed as he made his way to the door. “And don’t tell Seojun about this, it will only scare the boy some more. He won’t sleep otherwise.”
“Then we should tell him.” Yixing mumbled under his breath as he smirked.
“What the heck is wrong with you Zhang Yixing?” Jongin called before shutting the door.
“What if they’ve already got to her?” Kyungsoo panicked as he rushed a hand through his hair.
“Stop it Kyungsoo. I’m sure she’s fine, they’d want Jun to panic for a while anyway so they wouldn’t have touched her yet.” Minseok sighed as he turned his attention over to you. “Y/N…babe—”
“I’m going to sleep. I’ll sleep with the boys tonight.” You said in a monotone voice whilst avoiding his gaze and walking to Sehun’s room. Your eyes widened when you saw Seojun crying quietly in a corner.
“Jun, sweetheart…what’s wrong?” You cooed.
“Are they going to kill my mum?” You wiped his tears away with the pad of your thumbs and shook your head. “It’s okay Jun, your mum will be okay. Your uncles have gone to deal with the situation now.”
“They’re not my uncles, they’re all monsters.”
“Jun don’t say that. Let me make the bed. Your mum will be fine okay.” You walked over to the cupboard opposite from where you were stood and began to pick out some old blanket that you bought when Sehun was a baby.
You jumped as you heard Sehun’s voice croak from behind you.
“Hun? Sweetie, I thought you were asleep, why are you awake?”
“Mum…I’m scared.” The tone of his voice broke your heart into thousands of pieces. You knew there wasn’t much you could do to console him but you tried your hardest regardless.
“It’s okay Sehun, we’ll be fine it’s being taken care of.”
“But dad’s got a gun.”
Your face went blank as you heard the words
quietly slip out of his mouth, why had he been awake at the wrong time?
“I know.” You breathed. “I know and I’ll have a word with him about that, but right now we all need some beauty sleep alright.” You smiled nervously as you placed a hand lightly on your son’s cheek.
“I used to think it was a toy.”
You frowned as you paused in your spot at Sehun’s words. “What do you mean you thought it was a toy Sehun?…”
“I’ve seen it before. When I was younger. I
was playing with my remote control car and drove it under your bed, I went to
go find it but I found the gun instead. I held it against my head and pretended
to shoot myself, just as a joke. I never pulled the trigger though…I’m glad I
Your eyes widened as you began to sob uncontrollably. The fact that your son had even held a gun in his beautiful delicate hands and the fact that he held it against his head and nearly killed himself was sickening. You were so overwhelmed and angry, a hatred for Minseok began to slowly bubble up inside of you. How could he be so careless? You could have lost another Sehun. You could have lost your son.
“I hear crying. Is everything okay? What’s happening?” Minseok’s worried face stepped through the door.
“Get out.” You hissed.
“I SAID GET OUT!”
He frowned as they walked silently around the house, it felt weird holding a gun in his hands again and to be honest he hated the fact that it felt so familiar. He wanted to be rid of everything and he had worked so hard to reach his goals and make a decent life that he was content with living. God only knew how horrible life had been for him after the death of Sehun, but he had managed to drag himself back together and patch together all of the gaping holes in his life. He wanted so badly to be rid of the dangerous lifestyle, but if he learnt anything in life it was that luck was a myth.
He nodded as Tao pointed to the bedroom. The 3 of them slowly filing in. He frowned; he was confused. Sara was there sleeping peacefully, untouched and definitely unscathed. Nobody else was present either. Chanyeol slowly began to lift the duvet off of Sara’s body and pulled her dress up just enough to see her underwear.
“She doesn’t seem as though she’s been assaulted sexually either. She’s not been touched by the looks of things.” He whispered and looked about the room puzzled, his eyes widened when they finally rested upon the dressing table on the right side of the room. “Look.” He pointed. There was a small red and white parcel there. He walked over and opened the box.
This Genesis household has been informally warned.
Tao shook his head as he looked at Sara’s
“We must’ve missed them.”
Suddenly a loud clattering was heard from the kitchen area, the boys began to sprint to the kitchen and saw a black hooded figure trying to escape from the ground-level window upon their arrival.
“I don’t think so!” Jongin shouted as he reached his hand out and pulled the figure backwards. He frowned at how miniature the person was, the oversized hood dragging on the floor as it engulfed their body whole. He held the gun up to the person’s head and spun them around pulling the hood down so they could identify the face properly. “What the fuck?” Jongin breathed as his eyes widened in shock. “It’s…it’s just a little kid.” He stared down at the small innocent face that couldn’t have been any older than 6. “I—I can’t shoot. How can I shoot?” He turned to face Chanyeol and Tao. Chanyeol held his arm up in the air signalling for Jongin to lower the gun.
“Please don’t hurt me.” The little child cried as she stared up at the 3 giants towering over her, her eyes were red and puffy and she had minor cuts and abrasions on her palms and knees. She looked no bigger than an ant in comparison to the 3 tall men.
“Why the heck do her features look so
familiar? She looks like someone but… wait I…”
Tao squinted his eyes and peered closely at the small body in front of his.
“Mmm, that’s what I was thinking.” Chanyeol mumbled.
They all continued to stare at her.
“Oh my goodness.” Chanyeol’s eyes widened to double their size. “She looks like—”
“What the fuck is going on in here?! Who are you?! I’m calling the police!” They all turned to look up at Sara, who was standing at the door frame looking petrified and dishevelled; armed with a bat in one hand and a phone in the other.
“Sara. Wait, it’s me.” Chanyeol said as he stepped out from behind Tao.
“Chanyeol?” Her eyes widened. “What are you doing here? Why have you got…”
“It’s okay you’re safe don’t worry. It’s a
long story but someone tried to break into your home. We found this little kid
here though, so nevermind.”
She let out a breath as she stared at the child.
“Where’s Kyungsoo and Seojun?” She asked nervously as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting nervously backwards and forwards.
“Don’t worry, they’re with Minseok.”
“Oh goodness, then he’s still mad at me. I said something stupid to him, I shouldn’t have.”
“I see. Look Sara we need to go. I’ll tell Kyungsoo to call or something.”
“Is something going on? Is this to do with Seojun and Sehun?”
Chanyeol breathed in deeply before
“Yes. I think it might be. But they’re all safe so don’t worry.” He bowed at her politely as he signalled for the other men to leave. “Bring the kid.”
They waited impatiently at Minseok’s front door in the cold. Jongin had one hand occupied with a gun whilst the other was holding the small parcel. He continued to steal glances at the little girl who continued to cry behind him. He wondered what his life had actually amounted to, when he was out here capturing little kids.
“Is Sara alive?” The door opened suddenly, Baekhyun popped his head round beckoning them inside and shut the door behind them.
“Yes Baek, we’re okay thanks for asking.” Jongin sneered sarcastically throwing the parcel to Junmyeon. “Another one.”
“Jongin please…” Kyungsoo’s eyes were desperate as he wheeled himself forward.
“Yeah, she’s perfectly fine, but call her. She’s worried.”
“So did you find anyone then?” Kris asked impatiently as he cleared his throat and stepped forward closer to the men.
“No… well yes. But not what we expected.” Jongin frowned.
“But you shot to kill right?”
“Jongin what the fuck.” Kris hissed. “Why not?! You were given specific orders.”
“It wasn’t a shoot to kill circumstance Kris.” Tao sighed “We couldn’t shoot this…” He stepped aside revealing the body of the sobbing little girl standing behind him.
“What the fuck?…” Baekhyun whispered. They all looked puzzled, apart from Jongdae who looked more so alarmed.
“OH MY GOODNESS… CELESTINE?! WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!”
The little girl blinked as she looked up
with her mouth agape and began to run to Jongdae with her arms wide open.
“Daddy!” She cried as he scooped her up and held her close to his chest bouncing her up and down. “Please don’t let the bad men hurt me.”
Everyone in the room let out a gasp as they watched Jongdae rubbing the hooded child’s back.
“Oh right that’s it, her features looked familiar.” Tao mumbled. “They look like Jongdae’s.”