"Mingi hyung. " Wooyoung looked unbothered about it. "Heejin-ah's eighteenth birthday is coming soon. "

"So? "

"So, " Wooyoung glanced at the group in the living room, lowering his voice. "Isn't it time? "

Hongjoong walked past him. "What, time to give you another punch in the eye? "

"I'm being serious. " Wooyoung caught up with Hongjoong. "Didn't you... Do anything? "

Hongjoong paused. Wooyoung's expression was grim - and even tired.

"Do what? "

"Teach her. Even Seonghwa hyung admitted, so I don't believe you if you said no. "

"Teach her what? "

Wooyoung gave him a judging look. "You know perfectly what I'm talking about. " 

Hongjoong raised his brows.

"She isn't eighteen yet. "

"She's going to be, soon. "

"Why are you even harping on the matter? " Hongjoong asked sharply. Wooyoung bit his lip.

"She'll leave us. You're always out, you didn't hear her. " He said. "She's curious about the outside world. "

Hongjoong looked angry. "She won't. "

"You didn't hear her. "

"I won't let her. We won't let her. " Hongjoong moved closer to Wooyoung. "We vowed to keep her with us. That's the promise we made to ourselves when we brought her home. We can give her everything, except for freedom. "

Wooyoung looked down in his feet. "I know that. " He said. "But Mingi hyung's dream-"

"What about it? "

"He dreamt that Heejin-ah committed suicide. "

Hongjoong stiffened. "What? "

Wooyoung was gazing at Heejin's laughing form. "He said that he had a dream yesterday. He dreamt that Heejin knew everything. How we killed the people that accidentally came into contact with her, accidentally saw her. He said that she committed suicide in her room. " He turned and meet Hongjoong's eyes. "Running water in the bathtub. Blood dripping from her slit wrist. "

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San just finished wearing his clothes when Heejin knocked.

"Come in, piglet. " He said, as Heejin walked in. She went straight for the bed, hugging the pillow. "Night, oppa. "

San walked out from the bathroom slowly. He swallowed his saliva, looking away from Heejin.

"Where's your pyjamas? " He asked, going over to the door and locking it silently.

"In the laundry. Yeosang oppa said he can lend me his for the time being. " She replied sleepily.

San wanted to curse at Yeosang. Heejin was only wearing a oversized T-shirt, and San saw that she wasn't wearing a bra.

He could feel his member hardening.

"Fuck. " He muttered.

"What? " Heejin turned her head around. San put on a quick smile. "Nothing. "

He slowly got up onto the bed, laying beside Heejin. Heejin moved towards him almost immediately, her back facing him, and San put his arms around her.

He could feel her smooth legs intertwined with his, and he swallowed his saliva again. He reached for the lamp, switching it off. "Night, piglet. "

"Night, oppa. " Heejin said in a small, tired voice, and closed her eyes. San bit his lip, his hand reaching for hers.

Heejin opened her eyes sleepily. "Oppa? "

"Piglet. Can you help me with something? " San's raspy voice came from behind her. His breath tickled her ear, and Heejin nodded.

San took her hand, reaching downwards and sliding it into his boxers. He let out a grunt, feeling her cold fingers on his hot member.

He guided her, letting out small moans, calling her name. His other hand slid into her shirt, cupping her breast. His lips licked her earlobe, and he listened to her tiny whimpers in the dark, as he drew circles around her bud, pinching it gently.

"Who am I? " He questioned, still guiding her. Heejin's other hand gripped tightly on the pillow, and San noticed that her thighs were clamped tightly together.

"S-san op-oppa. "

Heejin bit her lip. Whatever San made her touch was hot - and a strange sensation was building up inside her. She feel his hands touched her, and strangely, she wanted more.

After a while, San panted, breathing hotly on Heejin's ear. He slid Heejin's hand out of his boxers, and reached for the tissues by the beside table.

"Don't turn around, piglet. " He panted slightly, and Heejin feel him wiping the creamy liquid that was on her hand. San threw the used tissues accurately into the bin, and laid back down behind Heejin.

The moonlight seeped into the room through the closed curtains. Heejin quickly fell asleep, but San's eyes were still opened.

Heejin flipped over. San cursed at himself and look away - he could see the curve of her breasts showing.

Screw you, Yeosang hyung.

"Shit. " He cursed, sitting up carefully. He could feel the heat gathering at his lower abdomen again.

San wiped his face, controlling himself.

She's only seventeen, you idiot. He scolded himself, trying not to look towards Heejin.

The little toddler that used to run behind him had grown up.

San sighed, getting up and headed towards the toilet, taking a cold shower to cool himself down.