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"Mom please!" Jeno pleads as he sees his mother walking to him, beer in hand.

His mother was an alcoholic. She drinks everyday and every night, sometimes beating on Jeno, and tonight was one of those nights.

"You little bitch! Me and your father never wanted you anyway!" She yelled as she threw the bottle at Jeno, he fortunately dodged it, but he didn't dodge his moms hand colliding with his face.

He staggered backwards and he could only feel complete fear as he heard the front door open.

"What's wrong with the little piece of trash now!" His father yelled and he shook in fear. His mother tsk' and she walked off to get another beer.

"He's being a brat and I'm ashamed of him." She said dramatically taking another swing of a beer she just opened.

His dad just scoffed and went over to Jeno. Jeno was frozen in fear, and wish he'd just disappear. He felt his father grab his small face and lift his head to face him. Jeno didn't struggle but his grip hurt, there were definitely gonna be bruises there in the morning, he thought.

He looked into his emotionless fathers eyes, noting but brutally and coldness behind them. Jeno wanted to plea and cry for help, but he knew better. He knew better from experience.

His whole life, he had been pushed around, beaten, and called curse words and insults. He didn't even think that his parents knew his name anymore. All they knew was to hit him and call him a mistake.

"Little bratty bitch." His father cursed and threw him as Jeno hit the floor. He felt tears brimming his eyes, and he didn't want to cry, he didn't.

"I never wanted a son like you." His father spat and walked off, laughing as he and his mother drank a beer.

Jeno quickly ran to his room and locked his door. He ran onto his non existent bed, made out of just blankets and one pillow on the floor, and lied there. He then cried. He cried all night.

He cried himself to sleep.

It wasn't a surprise.

Because he did it every night.

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"Sir?" A voice piped up and broke off the Mafias thoughts.

"What cruel people." The Mafia said, and then gave a low chuckle.

The Mafia had watched everything. He had cameras in all these houses, he knew everyone and everything that is going on.

The Mafia slowly lied back in his seat and thought for a moment.

They were parked just outside this house.

The Mafia looked over and looked at the run down house out his car window, and smirked.

"I'm taking him home tonight." The Mafia said with a smile.

"As you wish Sir, I'll call the men-"

"No no, I'll be doing it, and what did I say about my damn name?" The Mafia corrected.

The assistant looked a bit taken back, but let it slide as The Mafia gave him a tip.

"Of course, Jaemin."

"I'll be right back." Jaemin said evilly.

Jaemin stepped out of his car, and walked up to the front door of the molded and awful smelling house. He saw rats scurry and he gave a look of disgust.

How could his beloved live here?

He gave two knocks on the door, and he heard cursing and a loud voice ask "who is it?"

Jaemin just waited and stood there silently.

Then a big man opened the door, who was obviously drunk, and gave Jaemin a look of disgust.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"Let me in, I'm here for my lovers appointment." Jaemin said with an innocent smile.

"Bullshit, who the hell are you!" He yelled.

"If you don't let me in, I will have to make myself a way in." Jaemin said eagerly with a now weird looking smile.

"Shut up and leave!" The man almost shut the door, but not before Jaemin put his foot in the doorway, and flung it open. The drunk man staggered backwards and fell to the ground.

Jaemin walked in and slowly made his way in, with a crazy look on his face. How he loved to see people suffer.

Then he closed he door and reached his hand behind his back. He slowly brung out a small gun, and aimed it right at the man on the ground.

"Y-your crazy! You'll go to jail for this! The police will be here for you!" The man yelled as he staggered backwards on the ground.

Jaemin just laughed a little as he threw his head back, he sounded crazy, and then looked back at the man, that stupid grin on his face.

"Oh honey." He started.

"I own the police."

BANG.

"What the hell was that- JERED!" The woman yelled, terrified at her husband, lying dead on the ground, and looked up to see Jaemin.

"YOU KILLED HIM YOU KILLED-"

BANG.

Jaemin slowly put his gun away, and stepped over the dead bodies and blood puddles. He slowly made his way upstairs, his hands dying to just touch his prized possession.

He slowly opened the door to the boys room, and his eyes instantly locked into the small figure on the ground. Shivering.

Jaemin then opened his phone and dialed a number.

"Yes Jaemin?-"

"Blankets."

Then he ended the phone call and put his phone back in his pocket. Jaemin slowly walked over to the small figure. He crouched down and stared at him. Then he got out a small tissue, and held it up to the boys nose.

Jaemin then put the stub stance back in his pocket, knowing Jeno was fast asleep with the whiff of sleeping medicine, and picked up Jeno bridal style. He looked down at the boys bruised face, and his eyes got dark at the sight.

How he wanted to kill everyone who hurt his beloved.

He walked out of the house, with a sleeping Jeno in his arms, and got into the black car.

He then covered Jeno with blankets, and after awhile Jeno stopped his shivering.

They drove off.

Leaving Jenos parents, dead and cold.

And Jeno asleep, in warm blankets.

And a possessive guardian.

Or should he say,

Mafia.