**WARNING:
Blood - Violence - Homophobia - Self Harm - Death - Emotion Shock
Please read with caution (If you don't want to read the chapter then please jump to the end, a brief explanation will be found in author's note)
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SLAP
Another round of gasps filled the room, Aera's father didn't hesitate to slap him in front of everyone and even yell at him which was the golden card for Aera, "you fucking ungrateful bastard! You dare to tell your parents this shit?!"
"Who? What did you call yourself?" Aera challenged him with a smirk on his bruised cheek, "oh no, don't tell me you invited me today so you can fix everything and make me the next heir for your business? Too bad, I have no plans to-" a sound of a crash made the world suddenly turn into double making Aera dizzy and breathless for a second before getting back his composer but to his bad luck he failed and two bodyguards came and helped him, "let him fall! He's nothing but a piece of trash! A shame for the family!" His father yelled, Aera couldn't hear a thing, there was annoying noise inside his head making him more dizzy and unable to get back his balance, that old man seemed to hit the wrong spot making Aera close to lose it from pain.
He tried to rise but no matter how hard he tried he'd fall back on his knees, the guards tried to help him but his father would yell at them to go away, the atmosphere in the room became suffocating and unbearable, everyone couldn't wait for the old man to stop all this and just walk away but the anger seething from him was nothing but that.
'I'm fucked up' Aera thought breathlessly, 'Han... I'm having a terrible feeling'
Han Beom finally reached his house all excited to help his mother with the cooking but when he entered and called for her his heart sank, he knows fully well what that feeling is, he saw it before, "mom? Mother?!?!" He yelled, "father?!?" His search started from the kitchen but there was no one, he then went to check the living room and there was no one there too, he then rushed to his parent's bedroom but found nothing but a messed up room and... Traces of blood, he panicked and his legs became weak, "no... No, no, no, NO!!" He started crying knowing fully well his nightmare is coming to life, he promised himself to not leave them behind but here he is, he stood from his place and decided to rush to the hospital he expect his parents to be in and see for himself.
Aera started to see clearer, he found himself looking up at the man he hates the most, he called the two guards who stood by his side and they helped him to stand up, "uh, that's so fucked up... More than I had thought" he mumbled attracting the old man's attention who attracted everyone's too.
He glared at the young man who's struggling to keep standing, "tsk, weak" he growled.
"I wonder what the reason was for getting me in this state" Aera smirked, he can feel something wet seeping from his forehead but he's ignoring it trying his best to act strong so he doesn't let the man in front of him to win this battle of strength.
Han ran as fast as he can to the hospital and once he entered he started calling for his parents, everyone looked at him worriedly but one man caught a glimpse of him and decided to approach him, "Beom? You're Han Beom, Han Kim's son!" Han panicked seeing the man in front of him pale, exhausted and breathless, "my parents" Min-Ji Man flinched and because of that he confirmed Beom's fears.
"No... No! No they aren't!!!"
"Beom-"
"Where are my parents?! Where are they doctor?!?!" Beom started begging Min-Ji who tried to seal his tongue, Kim warned him to not tell his son of any of this in case things didn't end well but how can he not explain anything when Beom is in this terrible state?
"Beom? I- sorry" he mumbled making Beom lose it and drop on his knees, "Beom?!!!" Min-Ji called for him.
"No way! No! They were healthy when I left them!! I just left for two hours knowing fully well they were fine!! Hic-" tears started to stream down his cheeks and his body was trembling, Min-Ji tried to comfort him but the boy between his arms was in denial, not accepting they are no longer around.
On Aera's side, things weren't going fine at all, after arguing with the old man for too long, he gave up and held a knife from a table close to him and pointed it at his own neck, the butler who used to hate the sight of Aera panicked and even tried to knock some sense into his young master's head but Aera only laughed hysterically, "do I suddenly matter to some of you?! You all have to be fucking kidding with me!" He started crying, tears were streaming down his cheeks in a sync as Han's who was still begging the doctor to take him to see his parents, Min-Ji was close to give up but the nurses came and saved him and tried to take him away from the doctor but Han fought back and tried harder screaming his lungs out and calling for his parents.
"Answer me!" Han screamed.
"Answer me!" Aera screamed to the crowd in the room, "I never mattered to you! So why did you keep making me suffer even thought you hate me?!"
"Let me be!!" The two screamed in a sync the same words but with different needs.
"Let me go and see them!!" Han started running in the halls and Min-Ji after him, the boy was out of control and that scared him.
"You never looked at me as your own son the moment you knew I was gay! You never looked at me! And you still fucking dare to call yourselves my parents?! You still dare to call me your son?! Just let me be!" He dropped his head low before he rose it and burst into tears still screaming at them, "what am I?! Why don't you go in your own damned road and let me go to mine?! I supposed you'll sign those papers the moment I show them to you but what instead?! You want to keep me?? Are you sane?!" He finally stopped talking to let himself breath before he mumbled and terrified them all, "even if I ruin this face of mine it's none of your business because you never cared when you made me colorful from your violence" he rose the knife to his cheek and stabbing it letting blood come out, he moved the knife so it made a clear long line from under his eye to his chin.