Chapter thirteen (1/1)

Key POV“Mr.Kim? Your guest has arrived. Can I let him in?”I jumped slightly and tighted again my tie, looking around for any unecessary mess and nodded to myself when I was happy with the looks of my office. I pushed the button on the phone and  swallowed slightly.“Yes Kwangmin. Please let him in.”The door to my office opened and Onew appeared slowly, coughing to get my attention that was already on him. I was so nervours about all this, I never thought I would feel like this. But I’m a strong man that has gone to many meeting that putted my company in line. I could handle a friendly conversation.“Hello Onew.”“Hi… I just want you to know that I’m very unconfortable with this. Are you sure Taemin won’t suspect anything?” He sat down on the chair in front of my desk and looked at me worriedly, making me swallow quicly to pass unoticed.“Yes, yes. He’s at home right now. I don’t think he will come here today so we’re okay. Please… can you go deep with details? I really need them.”“I-I’ll try…” Taemin POV “Umma, I’m here.”I croushed next to my parents grave, smiling when I felt my belly rubbing against my legs. I had to sit completely because it was really an unconfortable position to be for such long time. I never liked this place, but since they died, I felt like they lived here. I felt confortable in here.“Look at me umma… can you see it? It’s already this big and you know why?”I streched my hoodie to adjust to my belly in order to show it like if I had nothing on and smiled even more, caressing it from time to time.“They’re twins appa, umma. Me and Key are having twins! I’m so happy I could die. And Key is too. You should see him… He always cries in my appointments. He’s such a pussy when it comes to his babies…”I laughed soflty, remembering each time I laughed because of a crying Key. He loved them so much and that made me happy to no end. I was so glad he had accepted our babies even if we’re not married. I  knew he would…but this hourmons…“We’re happy, and soon we will be a happy family… I just wished you were here. I wished that my umma could hold my babies while my appa shook hands with Key. I wished you could help us chose the names and even decorate their room… But you can’t, right? You’re in heaven, busy with other things.”I touched the photo that my parents had token when I was only 3 or 4 months old, and smiled sadly. They were smiling from ear to ear, hugging each other, looking directly at the camera. Now it looked like they were looking right into my soul. Everything that happened to them was probably so sad but yet, that smile never disapeared. Even from their grave.I was one of those kids that never saw neither my umma or appa cry. They were always so cheerfull and happy that made me think, everytime, that there was nothing wrong with the world outside. Everything looked to good to be true, and was I right. But I was a child, and I wouldn’t want my childhood to be any other way. But sometimes I just think that if I had ever noticed some black int on our white painting, maybe I would be able to do something.But they made me think that there was no black int. It was only white. And I don’t know if I should hate that or not.“What happened to you appa? What was wrong with our life umma? Why are you not here anymore?”I would cry if I had any more tears on me, but it wasn’t the case. I could only look at their happy photo with sorrow. I felt so empty without them. I didn’t experience those teenagers fases where you hate your parents. I didn’t experience any big trip with them. They never saw me open the studio and they never saw me in love. I was too young to give them those moments. And I regret it with every breath I take.I don’t feel sad anymore,  because I can’t cry. I don’t feel numb anymore because this little babies keep moving. I don’t feel alone anymore because I have Key. But I do feel kind of incomplete.When Key’s parents said they wanted to meet my parents, I got angry. Not because they touched a fragile part of my heart, but because I hadn’t thought about my parents in a long time. Since I’ve met Key, my life has made turns and turns that ended up closing me from reality. I forgot I have problems with money because of the studio and I forgot that my parents died.And now it’s all coming back to me, making me feel burden again.“I’m not that strong… and you guys know it better than anyone else. I was just 14… it isn’t fair… Why did you left? Why were your bodies so dirty? Why didn’t you come home to me?”I heard the gate of the cementery open and I immediately jumped from the ground, looking at the four people that entered. They looked like mafia guys and I just trembled with the thought of that. I had nothing to do with them so why was I so afraid? Something just told me to run but another part wouldn’t let me, because I had done nothing wrong.But then the 4 guys looked directly at me and smirked. My name was shouted from the other side of the cementery by them and I knew something just wasn’t right. Key POV “I knew it… I freacking knew it… Someone just can’t make a living out of perfomances… money had to be involved. But why? And when did it start?”“I-I don’t know… maybe it was when Taemin was born. They had to buy a house and baby things and all that… but it wasn’t just for the money. Taemin’s parents knew their dark secrets. I don’t know what they are and I only know this because I overheard his parents talking when we did a sleep over in his house. I was a kid so I ignored it.”“So… you mean that Mr. and Mrs. Lee had someone in the mafia business?”“No… if I had to take some conclusions, I would say they were in the mafia.” Taemin POVMy body was curled in a ball to protect the babies and I cried the loudest as I could. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet were too. I was in somewhere dark and smelly. I felt like trowing up, but I held it in.Around me I felt at least 5 persons. I couldn’t see anything, but I heard them breath and smoke. I was terrified. I felt my babies move unconfortably. I held myself back from wispering to them not to be afraid and that everything was okay with their umma. Although I wasn’t.“Now… could you gently tell us your name and age?” The voice sounded very far away from where I was laying and the sound of a pen rushing on the paper was heard. I guess this wasn’t a small, crappy place.“W-Who are you?”“That isn’t necessary information. Now, your name and age. Or would you prefer to have a miscariage because of a huge accident?”“NO! P-please don’t! I’ll do anything…”“Name and age.”“L-Lee Taemin… 24 years old…”“We’ve got the right guy. Sit him on a chair. NOW!”I flinched and so as the guys around me. They quicly pulled my body from the ground and untied my hands that immediately covered my belly for better protection of my precious babies. I was more scared for them than for me.“Lights.”With that order, some small and dull lights appeared around us, showing me what I least expected and my worst fears.They weren’t 5 guys, they were at least 15 or 20. And the guy in front of me was the leader for what I understood. But what terrified me the most was that I knew that face. I had seen it before.“So, how is life Taemin?”I stayed silent and that seemed to annoy him a lot. But he fought it back and smirked, lightening a cigarret and started smoking like some of the guys around us.“I can see that you had a----““Enough. What do you want from me?”“Well, I was trying to be the nice one here, but seems like you want to go directly into business. Let it be then.”With a shake of a finger, some papers were given to him. He started analizing them slowly, making me squirm on my chair that was getting more and more unconfortable by the second that passed. I was sure I was deeling with the mafia, and I was sure the trouble wasn’t mine. Key POV“W-what do you mean they were part of the mafia? Is that even possible?”“Of course. Anyone that is interested can get into the mafia, they just have to have some kind of the right connections and they’re in.”“But… once you’re in…”“You can’t go out. Taemin’s parents tried to run away, I think. And that happened probably when Taemin’s umma got pregnant. But to run away, they had to steal money.”“And I’m sure it wasn’t from a bank.”“No… they stool it from the mafia itself.” Taemin POV “Can you see this numbers? This is the money your parents took from us 24 years ago. This money was never given back, and we didn’t expect it to come back either. We wanted another kind of payment.”“W-what do you mean?”The man shoke his hand again and a couple of envelops appeared in front of him. He tooked it and opened one of them. The red one, looking inside for something. I looked at the envelop the intire time, curious and afraid at the same time. It was new to me, and that scared me.“Look at this beautifull picture Taemin, and tell me. What does it remember you?”“T-that…”The same picture that was on my parents grave was shown to me. But this one was different. They were holding a white blanket in their arms. Some creature inside it, sleeping peacefully. It was me. But there was more.An X on my appa’s face. An X on my umma’s face. And a O on my face. Key POV“The mafia killed them, not only because of the money, not only because they ran away, but mostly because that baby would know everything one day. Not only they had token some huge quantity of money, they also took a case with loose papers on it. Mafia information. That baby would see it someday. And they couldn’t allow it.”“Taemin is the baby.”“Taemin is next.” Taemin POV “You have a week, otherwise, we will paint this beautifull X on your face also.”“W-what do you want?”“Money, the same money that your parents stoled and this files, that were taken from us also.”“F-files?”“You have a week.” Key POV “We have to find him!!”