Author pov_

"The man you're to be married to is Bae Kyung Min." Those words left Minho's mouth making Ivy widen her eyes.

Finally, she could see a ray of light in her dark life.

"Bae Kyung Min?" Ivy questioned him back, unsure of her own ears because this can't happen. God can never help her.

"Yes... you remember fangirling around him? You were crazy in love." Minho said in a mockery voice when waves hit her shores. She of course remembers him.

How can she not?

"Now, talk to him properly... I don't want you to hurt my best friend because of my bitch of a sister." He said, making the eavsdropper's blood boil. But to her, whatever her twin was saying, she could only hear happy music playing in her ears, muting whatever shit Minho was spouting.

Ivy could hardly reply in this happy moment, so she silently nods. She's still in disbelief about it.

This will be easy... It's got to be easy.

"I wish you were always this grateful and obedient.... That would have been so good for our parents... wouldn't it? Think of how sad they get, when their only daughter behaves like an ungrateful filthy bitch. You know Miyi, I can't believe they even let you happen. If it were me, I would have killed you the moment you-" then he stopped talking. His eyes narrowed and Ivy involuntarily gripped her phone. Now, breaking their eye contact.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Oh, just a trashcan speaking," Ivy waved his question aside. He smiled after a bit. Then, he slowly walked towards her with a glass of water, pouring it on her phone laying on her lap. She found herself frozen. Just not enough to not check her phone with slightly trembling hands. It was on. And then, the heat of the moment caught up with her. Scared. Ivy had never felt this scared before. She was trembling all over. Memories were crashing on her like a hail storm. The only difference was, hail didn't hurt this much.

"Little filthy baby sister, I would appreciate it if you don't let your fuck buddies know our family matters." He growled bending down to reach her sitting figure.

"Don't touch my phone, you ketchup precum!"

His one hand was pinned to the couch and the other held the glass which was emptied on the girl's lap. Ivy slowly lifted her phone, enough to see the glitching screen of it until the phone was thrown in some other corner of the room by the male who was her so- called brother to her.

"You still have the audacity!?" He barks like a dog. Ivy's brain was fogged. She sat there frozen, flinching on every single step by him, and her wet stocking did nothing better but worsen her shivering.

"When will you stop being a fucked up bitch!? Eomma-Appa should have straightened you since the day you cracked up... all the doings of that motherfucking Jimin and Hoseok!" He shouts, backing away from Ivy... He runs his hand through his dirty blonde hair and takes the empty glass from the tray lying there.

Soon the glass meets the hard concrete wall just beside where Ivy was sitting. The glass shuddered in small pieces which fell down onto the marble floor.

"Don't fucking cry, you slutty bitch! He shouts, before talking quick strides towards her. Minho bent down, gripping some sharp pieces of the shuddered glass, ignoring if it's hurting him too.

"Aren't you too used to this? Then why are you still crying like a baby!? Aren't you the one behaving all grown up?" Ivy's face turned to the side as soon as his hand met her milky cheek with a huge force, making her cheek pulsate with a sting.

Ivy could taste the metallic liquid gushing from the corner of the lips due to the impact of the harsh slap she received. She really thought he changed. How pathetic.

"Baby sister needs some lessons so that she remembers her place... Always remember Miyi... you are no one but a pathetic, useless bitch." Like a punctuation to the sentence, she felt pain on her left hand. She could sense the sharp object running against her skin. With every word he said, a new wound opened up, deep in her. Not only on the skin, but somewhere deep beneath it. Ivy clenched her eyes closed, tears silently overflowing through the lashes.

"Never think that I never wanted you.... I would have loved you Miyi... I always craved for a sister, but sadly you never behaved as one." Minho chuckled, still pressing the sharp thing against her skin.

"M- Minho you're- you're hurting me," she whispered, whimpering. He looked up at her.

"Even you did... you stabbed my heart every time you called me by my name! I'm fucking Oppa to you!" She prayed to God that this moment should turn out to be one of those nightmares she always gets. But the pain was too bad to be fake.

Minho laughed like a maniac for a minute before coming close to her face. Then, he dropped on his knees, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him.

"What about us Mi? What about the hurt you caused? All I ever wanted was a sibling!" He uttered the same words which Ivy once used to say, as she would try to soothe her pain in the past. So him saying all that, took the girl by shock.

Is he in his right mind? She questioned. Looks like the god isn't on her side, like always. She questioned the almighty like always she did in these situations. mentally cried and screamed at God, asking why was he so unfair to her.

All her thoughts were answered when the door was opened with a loud thud.

"You motherfucking son of a bitch!" Ivy opened her eyes with a familiar voice she knew. The voice which never cursed, was cursing this person with passion

"O- oppa" Her voice mumbles making the other male look at her with anger and disbelief, thinking if all his screams and torture did no change in her. He felt outrageous and the only thoughts in his head were,

The filthy wench is still calling this bastard oppa, and not me.

"How dare you lay your filthy hands on my sister!?" Taehyung's hands were on Minho's expensive blazer, pulling him away from the girl and landing a harsh slap on the young boy's cheek, shocking his twin. The elder man's eyes were blazing with rage, making Ivy pray that he would love the bloodied male, before the situation went overboard. Not for Minho's sake, but for Taehyung's reputation and future.

"You bastard!" Taehyung pushed the other male onto the floor, his fists continuously landing on the other's face. The younger one gasped for air under the older boy. But the older one didn't show any mercy before smashing his fist against the poor boy. All he saw was red.

"Oppa d-don't!" Ivy choked onto her sobs, crying looking at the blood dripping from Taehyung's knuckles. The cry for someone who wasn't even their blood made Minho's blood boil while he tried to hit Taehyung back.

Minho's hands sneakily tried grabbing the flower vase standing onto the coffee table there, but even before he could grab it, a last yet forceful fist landed against his own cheek, almost making him lose his consciousness.

Both the boys were panting for air while Taehyung got up from the younger boy's body. Slightly hissing at the pain his bloody knuckles caused. He gave a last look at the boy on the floor with a bloodied face. His face will surely leave scars and swell for days.

Minho spit some metallic liquid before closing his eyes to calm his body down before he got up to sit on the opposite couch. The younger one's hands clenched his head as he felt a stinging pain which was worse than a hangover after infinite drinks. His world spun as he stood up, he surely looked like a drunk person who was beaten up.

"Princess!" Taehyung gasped looking at Ivy, sitting there, crying with blood rushing out her lips and arm. Her cheek was swollen, making Taehyung's blood boil more. He sweared, if it wasn't Ivy who was also in the room with him, he would have killed the fucker who sat there with blood ruching out his nose and mouth.

"Shh! I'm here... you are safe!" Taehyung wiped her tears with his clean hand and hugged her shivering body close to his. His eyes fell on the wet patch on the couch along with the wet stocking of hers.

Taehyung hummed sweet things while calming himself down. He tried his best to ignore the 3rd person in the room. No, he couldn't be classified as a human. He was just a pathetic plebeian.

"Ivy!? Tae?" Hoseok ran in while panting. His body was supported on his hands which were on his knees, panting for some air.

"Oh man holy shit!" The oldest boy cursed, looking at the almost dead person on the couch, who was hissing while moving his every limb. "Ivy!" The boy ran towards the girl in Tae's embrace.

Ivy slowly wiggled in Taehyung's arms, asking him to break the hug. And as soon as he did that, Ivy buried her face in Hobi's torso who was standing in front of her, blocking the person who looked like a zombie.

"It's ok honey! We are with you now... you are–" the brown haired male's eyes widened, feeling liquid-y substance on the girl's arm. His gaze followed his fingers, coated with red liquid dripped from her arm.

The widened eyes met his bandmates' anger-dripping eyes. Hobi could feel anger rush in his veins as he wanted to beat the shit out of the 3rd Male in the room.

Now he understood why that person was lying on the couch in that state.

"Tae, take her out... I have some shits to handle.." Hoseok said monotonously, making the younger ones shudder in fear. The Taehyung who had the anger of killing a person, was now gulping in fear because of his hyung.

"Yes, hyung." He obeyed and did as he said. "Hyung, he's already beaten up like fuck.. we can get into a trouble later, think of it and take actions." Tae whispered before walking out with Ivy, who was covered in his jacket.

"You son of a bitch!" Hobi strided towards the beaten up boy. "How dare you!" The older boy growled on the younger's face, pulling him up with his bloodied blazer.

The older male pushed back the younger one, unbothered about his obvious discomfort. Minho coughed out a bit of blood again, before he reached the telecom in front of Hoseok, his hand trembling.

"So just wait and watch now, watch how I- what was that you called it? Fuck buddies? Now watch how your sister's," Hoseok stopped for a minute, rage setting in his eyes once again, before he continued. " 'fuck buddy' make your life a living hell." Minho suddenly tried to grab something and Hoseok looked at him, a disgusted look settling on his face. He sat down near the injured man before spitting the words in his last words in the younger man's face.

"Stop me if you can."

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