Your past is always gonna follow your future.

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The house felt emptier than a crypt. The morning was as old as the coffee in front of me. I tapped its marky surface to break the thickening skin and watched the new gap grow. The frigid brown drink dripped from my finger, the ripples spreading toward the rim in ever-larger circles.

I was having a really bad day. Truth be told, I was having a bad day for the past four days and I knew things weren't going to get better. Hyunjin was back and I didn't know for how long he was going to stay here. I didn't want to see his unsightly face. I thought this whole thing would end after Christmas eve but I was terribly wrong.

I was supposed to take care of Hyunjin's works and all of his shit when he was working in our branch in Paris but I didn't mind it at all because I was happy as long as I didn't have to see him again, even if it took me a lot of effort and energy.

I know he was the biggest shareholder after me and Uncle Haeyoon but that didn't mean anything and I was planning to buy the whole of his contribution anyway. I really didn't want to deal with him anymore, and he was back as if he was such a family guy who cared about his Dad so much. He hasn't been in touch with Uncle Haeyoon for a long time ago. They didn't have a sweet Father-son relationship. Not after what Hyunjin did to me...

Couldn't he long-distance manage his work from Paris? Of course, he could, I knew he was doing this to piss me off, so I would quit being CEO and give him the opportunity to ruin my career. In his dreams...

Deiji tried to take me out of my room but as much as we had talked about it, there was no fucking way I was going to face this man that I was terrified of. I wasn't the only one who ignored him though. Uncle Haeyoon still hadn't dealt with his asshole son and he was acting like Hyunjin didn't exist at all.

I was horn-mad at Uncle. He shouldn't have let him come back in the first place.
Ugh, I was going to slap myself. These thoughts were eating me from the inside.
I tried to do something and ended up scrolling over YouTube but it didn't distract me. I was overfilled with my own thoughts.

I huffed and checked my phone for like 100000th times but still nothing from Taehyung. After the party night, he didn't call or text me back. I tried to call him but no response. Not that I loved him but I kind of wished he would reach me.

He literally vanished. Not to mention that when he saw Hyunjin in the room he stormed out of the hotel, leaving me behind without saying anything. I could clearly see the disgust when Taehyung glared at Hyunjin like he was going to attack him like a barracuda. I didn't have any idea what was wrong with him. Was anything between them?

Well, he couldn't just walk to me and smooch me and call me "baby" and act like I was his girlfriend and then vanish suddenly. I was such an idiot for thinking that he was different.

"Idiot, naive Dallia, you thought he really likes you? He is a fuckboy obviously, you're just like a one-night stand for him." I smirked to myself.

I wasn't happy to see Hyunjin there, just because Taehyung forgot to lock the door perfectly, but now that I think about it, thank God that he interrupted us and I didn't sleep with him. Why he was so important to me all of a sudden? Ugh...

I even asked Jungkook about him but he didn't answer me properly and tried to change the topic. Everyone was acting really weird...

I rubbed my eyes lazily and decided to go to my Mom's room. Normally Deiji wouldn't allow me to go there because I would cry for hours and lock myself in her room but she wasn't around and I could spend a little time there.

I opened the door slowly and walked in. The room was dark and dusty because I didn't allow anyone else to be here even Misun. I was afraid that they were going to take her stuff away from me.

Mom had collected so many creepy dolls and toys over the years, all of them holding sentimental value from one of her dreams.
She would wake up in the morning, running downstairs to tell us about her new game that she dreamed about. She would lock herself here, making these weird kinds of stuff.

It was hard to move around. It had become impossible to take a step without worrying about knocking something over. I touched the dusty piano as I remembered her delicate fingers, dancing on the keys. Her gentle movements to play each note smoothly, like a flimsy canary croon in sleep.

I was jealous when she'd sat down there and played for hours non-stop. That made me feel like she loved her piano more than me. Did she even love me at all? She never let me be with her here. Every time she took me to the basement, where we played a lot of games. I loved her so much...

I grabbed a doll with a red dress and touched his face carefully. My lips shaped into a slight smile. Every kid in our neighborhood was scared of our dolls but not me, I liked them, even though Mom made their faces kind of horrifying which I never found out the reason. She always painted their faces like they got bruises.
They were all I had...

There wasn't any picture of us in her room. She was a really good painter. There were a lot of her paintings on the wall. All of them shady and freakish but somehow ravishing.

I put the doll in its place but I noticed a polaroid picture behind it. Why didn't I see it before? Was it here all the time? I wiped the dust off it and looked at it closely. It was a photo of Deiji and a baby boy. He was around three years old, I guessed. The baby was in Deiji's arms and a cute pacifier in his mouth. He was a chubby adorable baby with sunny cheeks.

Who was he? Why did I never see him before? In the photo, Deiji was around six or seven years old. That was when I was just two. So I assume I didn't remember anything. Maybe I should ask Deiji about it later. I flinched as I heard a familiar voice.

Hyunjin: "I guess being in this scary room is more enjoyable than my company, dear cousin." he shoved his hands in his jean pockets as he was looking around curiously.

"What are you doing here? Get out,"

He ignored me and grabbed one of the dolls, looking at it closely.
Hyunjin: "YoungMi and her obsession with dolls."

I bared my teeth and snatched the doll from him, "It's none of your business. Don't touch my Mom's stuff with your filthy hands."

He sneered smugly, licking his lips.
Hyunjin: "Woah, easy little monster-" he started to walk towards me, "-Don't be such a mood killer Dallia. Didn't you like to play games? Let's play a game together or you rather being fucked by that pretty Kim Taehyung, huh?"

I hated him so much. Every detail of this man was making me feel sick. I wanted to spit up on him.
"Get out right now or else I swear to God I will scream!"
I could no longer control my hands. They were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm.

He took a few steps towards me again while his sick smile was growing wider.
Hyunjin: "Oh, little thing. Don't worry I'm not here to fuck you-" he said sarcastically, "-Actually I hate you, you know right?"

Fear crippled me, freezing every muscle of my body. I stepped backward and my hand hit the piano keys, making an annoying screech of the notes.

He was in front of me, so close that I could feel his breath on my face. I gulped, looking up at his ferocious eyes.
"What do you want from me?" I stammered.

Hyunjin: "I want you to be dead." he spat out.

I felt my tears falling off slowly, my stomach churning. I wanted to be suddenly small and to crawl into someone's lap.
"Why? What did I ever do to you?"

He grabbed my chin harshly in his hand, making me whimper in pain.
Hyunjin: "You took everything from me. Don't act all innocent Dallia. You can fool whoever you want but you can't fool me."

"I don't know what are you talking about."

He tightened his grip on my chin and that brought more tears to my eyes.
Hyunjin: "Don't fucking lie to me! You know everything, Don't act as if you don't. Aren't you tired of lying? Does Taehyung know he's fucking a liar slut?"
He shouted between his teeth, making me flinch.

I tried to remove his hand, "Hyunjin you're hurting me,"

Suddenly I heard Uncle Haeyoon calling me from downstairs.
Uncle Haeyoon: "Dallia, come down, Breakfast is ready."

Hyunjin pushed me back roughly. I fell on my knees, closing my eyes tightly from the pain. Bastard...
Hyunjin: "This doesn't end here Dallia!" he barked, raising his index finger with a threatening gesture, and walked out of the room, leaving me in my miserable state.

I sobbed silently in my palms. I hated myself for being so weak in front of him. Why he had to be so mean? I didn't do anything to him. He was so kind towards me when we were both kids. We weren't super close but he was such a lovely boy.

We went to the same elementary school. I remember, even though we didn't spend much time together there, but he was so supportive of me. Like a big brother. He beat the shit of anyone who bullied me in school. He was pretty much popular, despite me being an antisocial girl, he had a big circle of friends.

But after we went to high school, he started to distance from me and even bullied me every day. I never found out why his behavior changed so suddenly. Fucking Hyunjin...

I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my hoodie as I heard my phone buzzing. I took it out of my pocket. There was a message from Jungkook.

Mr. Handsome As Fuck😎 : "I need your help Dallia."

I narrowed my eyes, reading the text over and over. Why did he need my help? Was he in trouble or something? I decided to call him immediately.

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A.N:
I'm not gonna kiss you today cause I'm so mad... Humph! ☹️ I don't know why tho.👀

[I'm secretly a cherry, 🍒 Don't tell anybody! 🤫]
Do you have any idea what was Hyunjin talking about?

Creepy Prodigy 🌶️😠