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Walking through the hallway the next morning with a pack of cigarettes deep in your jacket pocket, you heard an odd sound from Yangyang's room. You quietly knocked and went in once told to.

Yangyang was laying down, propped up on his elbow with his head in his palm. "Are you feeling okay? I heard a weird noise."

"I'm okay. I got a cramp in my leg." He smiled. "Are you okay?"

You shook your head yes. You felt okay.

"Would you like to come outside with me?"

Yangyang pushed his covers off of himself and got out of his bed. He stretched as he followed you outside and sat across from you on the porch. It was a bit chilly and he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, so you took your cigarettes out of your pocket and gave him your jacket.

"You still smoke?" He asked as he put your jacket over his lap. "It's not good for you."

You lit your cigarette as you said, "I don't do it very often."

The smoke that came from the stick of chemicals reminded you of so many things. The smoke from the fire that you were forced to endure twelve years ago, the smoke from Minsu's scorched house and the way he watched you get away but didn't say a word to the police.

You wrapped your mouth around the white object and inhaled, then exhaled with an attentive Yangyang watching you. You raised an eyebrow and he shrugged.

"Am I not allowed to look at you?"

You smiled at his sass. "You're watching me, Yangyang. Do you want to ask me something?"

"No." He smiled and got up, only to grab your face and squish your cheeks. "I just missed you."

You slapped one of his wrists and he started sulking. "I'm older than you."

He mocked you under his breath and ran back inside. Even though he got under your skin, you still missed him. You went back to your cigarette, watching the smoke clouds dissipate. Feeling calm at the gentle breeze and soothing morning sounds, you let your worries dissolve and shut your eyes.

Not even a minute later, the sound of wheels sounded on the gravel. You were really starting to hate that sound. You were unsure of who the dark grey Range Rover belonged to. One more smoke cloud left your mouth before you put it out and stood up to get a better view.

You tilted your head and waited, and when you saw who it was, you cursed under your breath. You quickly went inside and locked the front door.

"Yangyang." You called. "Go upstairs, please."

"Why?"

You balled your fists involuntarily. "Please."

At the demand in your voice, he did as you said. He didn't go to his room, however, he just sat at the top of the stairs. He was curious.

You were trying to think of what to do. The man whom you tortured was now banging on your front door. At this point, you were just hoping no one would wake up, but you knew that the noise was too much.

The door suddenly swung in, and the large man with large hands and a face red from anger, stood in your living room. "Hello, Minli."

You kept your poker face, didn't react to him. In situations like this, it was best for people to not see a reaction. If they did, it would encourage their actions, and that was the last thing you wanted.

The man wasted no time in rushing towards you and grabbing your shoulders. With all his might, he pushed you back into the wall. Your head hit first, then a framed picture popped off a nail and hit the floor, much like you did.

"Did you think I wouldn't come back after what you did to me!" He yelled. "I have nine scars from that taser!"

You kept your eyes on his. He didn't like this. His fist came down and reopened the somewhat healed cut on your lip. He then grabbed your face and picked you up, only to hit your temple against the wall once more. A hard enough impact to where you felt blood trickle down your face moments later.

"Tell me. Did you expect to get away with it?!"

"Maybe." You smiled as if you had just received an award of some sort, unnerving him. "I could've killed you. Aren't you grateful?"

Your control was gone. You could no longer see the line that separated the feeling of being Minli and the feeling of being Minsu's sister. Everything was dissolving into being like Minsu's sister.

His eyes went big. "Grateful!"

He hit you once more, and you kept your eyes on the ground this time. Maybe, you thought, I made the wrong decision. You shook your head. You couldn't be backtracking now, it was too late.

Yangyang was still at the top of the stairs. He was so confused, he didn't even know what to do. "What's all the noise about?"

He looked back at Kun and quickly pulled him down. "This man came here for Minli-"

Kun watched the man hit you again, but he also saw the smile on your face. "What are you doing?"

Kun's loud voice caught the man off guard, and he turned away from you to look up the stairs. You pushed yourself off of the ground as four other men showed up behind Yangyang and Kun, all equally confused.

He deserved to be put in his place. That's what you told yourself as you wrapped your arm around his neck and used all of your weight to pull him to the ground. He landed on his stomach and you put your foot on his back, chuckling. Minli, the careful Minli, was no longer in the proximity.

"Did Minsu make you come here?"

"No, you crazy-"

"Did Minsu," you yelled, much louder this time. "Send you here?!"

The man shook his head. "No. He really didn't. I came here on my own. I couldn't live with the fact that a small woman got the upper hand five months ago!"

Ten looked at Kun. "Is this what Minsu mentioned on the phone? Did something happen between them?"

Kun shrugged in response. There was truly no explanation that they could have come up with in that moment.

You grabbed the man's hair and pulled up. "Good. Don't tell him where I am, or a taser won't be my weapon of choice. Am I crystal clear?"

"I'll do as I please."

"You're absolutely right."

You took your knife out, and the speed in which it opened was audible to everyone in the house. Your target was the man's hand, and the shriek he let out was one of painstaking agony.

"Will you still be doing as you please?!" You screamed.

"No, no. I won't be! Let me leave."

You tilted your head and contemplated. There was nothing else to do with him, so you pulled your knife out of his hand and took your foot off of his back. He got up and looked at you, so you smiled at him.

"What will you not do?"

"I'm not going to tell Minsu where you're staying." You nodded slowly, prompting him to continue. "Or the police, or anyone."

You nodded again in approval. He looked you in the eyes for a few moments more, then he booked it out of the front door, that was still open, and slammed it on his way out. You rolled your neck out and decided you'd wash the blood off the coated blade.

You heard several pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs, but you didn't acknowledge them. You turned the water on as you felt their eyes on you, and you watched the pink tinted water go down the drain, until it was finally clear. You sighed and held yourself against the counter with your palms against the cold surface.

"Yes?" You asked into the silence.

Xiaojun's voice filled your ears, icy and a bit angry. "You don't think it's important to explain what just happened in our living room?"

"Sure," you paused. "I'll tell you."

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