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Hansol is pierced by a stabbing pain in his head, he blinks rapidly and tries to adjust his eyes to the blurry images appearing in front of him, he moves his arm but it's motionless, he moves harder but it's no use. Something was holding his limbs. He feels the metal in his mouth, which makes him cringe, he spits to the side, leaving a trickle of blood on his lip, finally focusing his gaze on the figures in front of him. He sighs, bowing his head. - Am I tied to a chair like the accused? - Hansol says in a voice creaky with blood. - I didn't do anything, you realize that yourself,' he raises his eyes and meets his lover's gaze, his heart constricted by a look of pity. - You bastard..." Jun whispers contemptuously from the corner. - Please! - begs, "I didn't do it! Yes, it's my pen, but-' - But what? Hansol... what! - screams the young singer. - Seungkwan..." he whispers back. - 'Shut up,' he replies through his teeth, 'shut up, Hansol, please,' he closes his eyes because the tears are building up again, you can hear his heart breaking. - I-I...I lost my pen," he says with tears in his eyes, "I didn't tell you anything, Seungkwan, because I didn't want you to get upset about it. I swear it wasn't my fault, why would I? - 'Seokmin seemed very close to Seungkwan before,' Soonyoung says, crossing his arms, 'and you said he wasn't a rival. Maybe jealousy took you out? - I also told you that I trusted Seungkwan a lot with him," he says looking towards the aforementioned, "Seokmin was also my friend, I would never hurt anyone. - Perhaps... - Seungcheol, who was out of place the entire time he was examining the bloody pen in his office, now appears with it in his hands inside a transparent box. - Hansol might be telling the truth, he has no prints on it. - He could have used gloves," says Joshua, who hugged his family, protecting them from the nightmare monster. - Hansol is too stupid,' says Seungkwan, 'if it was him, he wouldn't even think about it. - That's right! Please believe me.... - says the assassin. Everyone is silent, Seungcheol looks at everyone and finds Seungkwan's gaze sad, the older one seems to think for a while. He doesn't want more damage, he doesn't want to see more tears, but he doesn't know what to do or how to fix this. In the end, he has no choice. He walks over to Hansol and starts breathing rapidly. - S-Seungcheol... no... - he says, desperately trying to break free and run away. - 'Listen, idiot,' the older man begins, 'I don't want any more of this, I'll let you go because I half believe you, but if you do anything suspicious, I'll beat you up, okay? - The younger man nods quickly under the older man's gaze. He lets go and Hansol walks quickly to Seungkwan, kneels in front of his lover and whispers to him, searching for his face hidden in his hands. At the end, the singer surrenders and kisses him hard. The pain in his chest doesn't go away completely, but something in him tells him that they are doing well, that they will be together in this dark world. They drank wine to drown their sorrows in alcohol. Minhao accidentally spills some of the drink on Jihoon's hand. The artist apologizes and the other replies that it's okay, not knowing what problems they've already had. Jihoon pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his hand, Joshua watches him from afar and manages to see a bloodstain on the corner of the handkerchief the composer is holding. - Jihoon... - he calls out to him, "why is there blood on your handkerchief? - Everyone looks at him, but Jihoon answers calmly. - 'I've been sick for the last few days and I've been coughing up some blood. - That's true,' his partner replies, 'we will go to the hospital in a few days. - 'Now that I remember,' Seungkwan begins, 'Jihoon came to visit me after Christmas, did you take a pen? - 'Yes,' replies the composer. - I'm sorry Seungkwan, I wanted to take it and return it as soon as possible. - What?" asks Seungcheol shocked. - Oh no, no! - Jihoon hurries to explain, "and I took it because I wanted to buy one for Cheol..... and I didn't do anything wrong. - Seungcheol comes over and hugs him to protect him from the accusations. - It's okay,' the older man replies, but the others aren't quite convinced. - 'Look,' Jihoon defends himself, 'don't look at me like that! If you want to blame someone, let it be Jeonghan, I don't see anyone pointing fingers at him. - Why should we blame him? There's not enough argument," Soonyoung replied. - 'I saw him arguing with Mingyu before he died, he could have killed him for that..... he knew that if Mingyu died, Joshua would get the whole fortune. - Jeonghan grows cold at his words. - Papa didn't argue with Uncle Mingyu," Chan says for the first time in the entire event. Being a five-year-old prodigy suits him just fine at the moment. - That time he went into the bathroom without me. Jun approaches Chan and asks how he knows it was at the same time. - 'I went to the garden at home to get a flower,' he says with an innocent voice, 'but when I came back I had to leave it on the ground, flowers are for the dead too, it was just like that when I came in. - Could he have committed suicide? - Wonwoo whispers fearfully, searching in his head for a reason, something that gives him a reason for Mingyu to do something like that. - Chan... Mingyu asked you to give him this flower? - Joshua asks, taking the child in his arms. - 'No,' he denies. - 'Uncle Jihoon told me. The silence is overwhelming and cold, it will freeze a butterfly as soon as it touches it, and it will break into a thousand dead pieces. Everyone looks at Jihoon, who finds himself with his head down, anyone would think he's sorry, but he, on the contrary, starts laughing cruelly. - 'Yes,' he sighs, 'I killed them. - Why! - Minghao bellowed, imbued with contempt. - 'To tell you the truth, Mingyu came into my life more than he should have,' Seungcheol falls to his knees, weeping, looking at Jihoon with wide-open eyes and unable to believe it. - Indeed, a lot of things got out of hand, but it was necessary, I wanted to kill Mingya and blame Jeonghan. - What?" asks Joshua. The composer watches him, and his gaze goes from his hand entwined with Jeonghan's to his pale face. - 'You'd be doing us a favor Joshua, try to understand me,' he says without expression or guilt, 'that bitch you have as a husband once drugged Seungcheol to fuck him,' he says suddenly. Joshua looks incredulously at Jeonghan, who begins to shake uncontrollably. - J-Joshua... I... - Jeonghan tries to explain. - Chul obviously doesn't remember, for his own good," Jihoon continues and laughs sarcastically, "he deserved his consequence, don't you think? - Joshua... sorry, I wasn't sober either... I-I-I swear I didn't mean to," he sobs to Jeonghan. - Be calm! You don't even deserve to be looked at again," he says in disgust as the tears return, and hugs Chan tightly. - Sh-shua... - he tries to call him by his diminutive pet name. - And what does Seokmin have to do with any of this! - Jun interrupts him. Jihoon sighs. - That's when the story gets ugly," he looks at Seungcheol still lying on the floor, he wants to apologize to him, but that won't fix anything, "Seokmin knew that.... I... am expecting Mingyu's baby. An unholy silence, filled with hate. He knew it would be like this. Seungcheol can't take it anymore, his heart is breaking, his mind is screaming for him to stop, he wants this to end. He quickly raises both hands and approaches Jihoon to strangle him, but Jihoon quickly pulls a gun out of his pants and points it at him, freezing him in place. - 'Trust me,' he grins, 'it shouldn't have taken that much out of me. They were making me do things I didn't want to do," everyone looks at him with fear, Hansol hugs Seungkwan tighter, protecting him, and Jihoon sees them. - Hansol, I didn't mean to blame you, I'm sorry, Seokmin would have been an accident.... But I had no choice," a shy Jihoon downplays it. - You did... all this to punish Jeonghan," Wonwoo says slowly, "but you were also unfaithful? N-no point. You.... - Well, it's like an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, isn't it? - he sighs, lowering the safety of his weapon," eventually everyone makes mistakes...that are irreparable....***
Outside, snow covered the whole place, it looked so clean, even without a single trace, fragile to the touch and peaceful in such silence. Suddenly a butterfly appeared, I saw it making an effort to give its last gasps of life, ironically, it wanted to fly in with the rest of the butterflies to be together for the winter; However, the cold air was enough to rip the life and everything it knew out of it...