** Barbaric scene in this chapter

WAY TO HER HOME

Today was absolutely not her day. While coming home her unfocused steps made her fall on her face and gifted a bloody cut on her chin and elbow.

" Do you have anything else for me god? come on do it, don't be shy "

She blabbered while looking at the sky. A mini vegetable truck ran beside her spilling all the road side dirty water over her. She mocked her fate when the driver passed a laughing 'sorry'

" It's okay and thank you "

Picking her bag up on her back she again stood up on her feet. Took a deep breath to step forward only to fall again in that dirty water.

" Why? "

After a minute of walking she reached the open lawn in front of her house. Her bag slipped from her grip. Her knees gave up and she dropped her weight on the ground.

" Grandpa, it's tough "

Bathed in wasted water of the muddy road, blood oozing out from her chin, head down she murmured to herself.

She couldn't stop her flowing tears at this point. It ran down to her cheeks dropping to her fisted hands. She will not be able to tell about the cafe incident to her grandpa but still all the pretending strong of her comes to an end in his lap. After all he is the only one she has. Only he is there to hear her complaints, to wipe her tears, to tell her to eat after a bad day. Only he is there to care.

She wants to let all her tears out in an arm telling how disgusting it felt when that man used his knee near her thighs or how humiliated she felt when his face was dipped on her neck and she felt him getting heated and how those dirty sounds he whispered in her ears scared her. Those 5 minutes were the longest minutes ever. Today she was going to be a rape victim.

Every girl had faced this kind of humiliation for once in their life before learning to fight back to them. At the bus, park, school or anywhere they were safe tomorrow is not safe today that's why they were taught the formula of survival. The third law of Newton.

The first hand that touches a girl inappropriately becomes the most horrific memory in their life that they couldn't fight. The faces remain blurry and their hands remain sneaky in those memories.

In her case it's a little more difficult to cooperate. Because at the end of the day she doesn't have a mother to wipe her tears or lay her head on her lap telling- From now you need to fight for yourself because the world had never come to the aid of a woman.

All she has is lone tears with a humiliated heart.

There is a thing that yn couldn't understand at this young age - she definitely carried some blessings with herself today. The possibility of becoming a rape victim was worse. she experienced the smallest part of it but again no girls in this world deserve to feel even the 1% of this corruption.

" For the god shake yn !! did you fall ? How many times do I need to ......"

Her grandpa came running all along. Making her stand on her feet he was going to scold her until he found her red teary eyes

" Yn ? Were you crying ? is it hurting ? "

He touched the cut on her chin.

" What happened ? "

He was saddened just by looking at her teary eyes. Her eyes are something that can't be explained in words. They are literally the mirror of her soul. If questions could read then only her eyes would give the answers. She smiled a smile that didn't reach her eyes and she wiped her tears. pointing towards her chin she said -

" It's bleeding, and hurting "

She said. He looked at her chin and then to her eyes, he was not convinced. Shading tears is not a regular thing for a girl like her.

Her eyes do welled up sometimes but she never lets those tears slide down to her cheeks. He heard her crying once at night in the balcony. He somehow understands the pain she holds inside her. Her pain for her disability, her constant desire for parents, his own health issues all the things were in the core of her eyes when she came out smiling in the morning.

" I think you said she couldn't talk hyung ? Is it her ? "

A tall handsome faced man said with his deep passific like voice. The younger brother of jin.

kim taehyung

Jin cleared his throat and looked from Mr Ro to Yn. He was confused about why they lied such a thing to him. Was it necessary to lie. He slowly took steady steps towards them.

" Hi Yn, it's my brother taehyung "

Yn was surprised to see jin here.

" Sorry to mention but why did you lie? you can clearly talk "

jin came face to face and queried with suspicious eyes, he really trusted yn and had sympathy for her. But now he have questions.

He came here to meet Mr Ro to know about his well-being as he promised earlier that he would come. He brought some beneficial contracts for Mr Ro with his Medicare business. But he got disappointed seeing Mr Ro and Yn.

The brothers came here directly from a meeting is the reason of taehyung's arrival. The dear little brother wanted to spend time with the older.

" Mr kim you are misunderstanding us. yn can you make our guests some tea my child "

Mr Ro understood what they were thinking so he immediately responded. Yn nodded her head, lifting her bag up she left trying to avoid the questionable gaze of Jin's brother.

Mr Ro heaved a tired sigh and led kim brothers to sit inside while answering their question-

" Mr kim.... actually Yn has a disorder called selective mutism . It is an anxiety disorder where a person usually an introverted childs like her is unable to speak in certain situations. For yn the situations are an unfamiliar environment or person. She completely fails to speak when she doesn't find the environment adaptable. It's like her vocal cord gets stuck somewhere in her throat. These diseases can be inherited or caused by any type of childhood trauma, stress or bilingualism. Sometimes it gets really worse for her. "

He stopped to take a breath and again started to speak.

" Doctors said her recovery is self-centred and therapy based. I did what I could do but nothing worked out till now. she is getting stressed instead "

Mr ro removed his spectacles and rubbed his moist eyes. Jin and Tae were listening to him but it moved their heart too.

A little and probably the purest girl like her never deserved such difficulties in life. jin came to sit beside him and put his hands on his shoulder.

" Don't give up Mr Ro. Trust me she will be fine soon but for that you need to take care of yourself "

yn came with tea. Sitting down she Placed the cups on the floor tea-table. Being done with her job she was about to leave when Jin said-

" Thank you Yn. My intention was not to hurt you and you know that right "

Jin patted her head giving her a warm smile. This is how gentle a man should be. She nodded her head and smiled back showing her signature thumbs up. He chuckled and turned to Mr Ro who had an admiring smile on his face too. After all They are her family.

" Okay ! I should tell you about all the terms of your contract now "

jin and Mr Ro got busy with their discussion and Yn went to the verandah side.

Her place of peace. She couldn't embrace her mother. So she made the mother nature embrace her. In her verandah she sowed many little plants and flowers by herself.

Her own green academy is honoured with books and pretty night lamps. It's a little corner of the world that she made for her lonesome self.

She was peacefully minding her business. Replacing the books in the selves. preparing the lamp for night and taking care of her little delicate plants.

" You decorated it really well "

She flinched back hearing a familiar manly voice over her shoulder.

This kim brother definitely has some rare vocal cord to even sound like this. He chuckled seeing her reaction and her height under him. Pulling the chair that was placed beside the bookshelf he comfortably sat on it.

" yn, how old are you ? "

She gulped and looked away to avoid eye contact in what he seems to be best. But his presence was quite bright that she was not scared of him.

She raised her two fingers from one hand and made a 0 out of another. Taehyung looked aside pressing his lips together to control his smile at her action. He found her cute doing those hand signs. He gently caught her thin wrist in his big hands and made her sit on the table in front of him.

" So miss, would you tell me why you were crying ? "

In some passing moments, Yn was smiling and giggling with taehyung. He has such a great soul and humour. How many kinds of men she met today and how different they all are from each other. With this the day comes to an end.

AT THE BASEMENT

One type of Men is now drenched in blood, killing a man in the worst possible ways to exist.

Separating the body parts of that man one by one he is feeding his mad hunter dog cum wolfs cages in bars. That dying man is still conscious with some heavy dose of drugs, feeling every single ounce of pain.

JK looks like a total psychopath, a blood maniac at this time. The way he is not showing a little bit of struggle while cutting the man in pieces is something inhuman to watch. No mercy in his eyes or no hesitation in his action he is a pure devil enjoying his tonight's offering. Being done with the body he dropped that sharp weapon only after getting rid of the head and threw it towards the dogs to eat it alive.

Sitting on the chair with uneven calmness and Man Spreading his legs he hanged his head low, face glistening with sweat beeds and fingers dripping with fresh blood.

His heavy breaths were the heaviest sound in the basement. All his men stayed far away from him at this moment. His long messy hairs had covered his eyes from vision.

He slowly pulled his head up and stated some words.

" Find that old man, tomorrow i want him here "

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My phone was at the repair shop for 2 weeks, i wrote 3 chapters but it was erased. Just tomorrow night i got my phone back. (⁠'⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠'⁠) I feel the chapter is little dull but i will try my best for the next one. And sorry i broke my promise as i said I'll post soon but i couldn't '⁠•⁠.̫⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠'⁠ i told you my reason right. Do tell me your thoughts and as always you are free to tell me about the mistakes. Thank you so much friend for investing your precious time on this story.