Hey everybody! I don't really have much to note before I begin, so I'm just gonna get on with the chapter! :3

I do not own MM!

I laid out on the couch, lazily flipping through TV channels, nothing in particular striking any of my interest at all. I sighed heavily, shutting off the TV and laying back, closing my eyes.

I had a strange feeling deep inside me ever since I woke up, almost as though everything felt off. Nothing had gone particularly wrong to justify this feeling, so I have been attempting to distract myself all morning, straight through to the afternoon, now.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, staring at the screen. I had texted Yoosung early in the morning, and had yet to receive a reply- he was in class until evening today, so I would have to be patient in waiting. I sighed again, dropping the phone at my side, staring idly at the roof.

The front door opened and closed, soft footsteps padding down he hall toward the living room.

"Saeran?"

"Yeah. Living room."

Saeyoung walked down the steps towards me, staring at an envelope quizzically in his hand. He looked up at me slowly, shaking it in my direction.

"There's mail for us."

I raised an eyebrow at him slowly, propping myself up on my elbows.

"…Us?"

Saeyoung looked back at the envelope, shrugging softly. I sat up on the couch, swinging my legs off the front so that they padded down onto the floor, Saeyoung soon filling the spot they left behind.

"It's weird, I know. But it has our names on it and everything."

"Well… Open it, I guess."

Saeyoung tore open the envelope, taking the letter out of it gingerly. He unfolded it, and as he did so, a smaller, rectangular piece of paper fell out of it, fluttering onto his lap. I squinted at it, leaning back in surprise, looking up at my brother in shock.

"Saeyoung… Is that…"

Saeyoung picked up the paper, his eyes wide, fear settling in below them.

"… It's a cheque."

I turned my attention to the letter, smoothing out the side closest to me, holding the left side in my hand, while Saeyoung held the other in his, my eyes racing over it, the pit in my stomach growing deeper each second that passed as I read.

Dear Saeyoung and Saeran Choi,

I regret to inform you of the passing of your Mother. She was found dead in her home shortly over a week ago. Autopsy revealed it to be suicide by overdose on her antidepressants, mixed with excessive consumption of alcohol.

There were no other noted next of kin, and although she did not know your whereabouts, she left you both on her Will as the owners of her estate. You are free to do whatever you wish with the house, and the contents within it. The rest of her assets have been transferred into Saeyoung's savings account by my request.

As this is a sensitive matter due to the context behind all of this, I have enclosed a cheque inside to implore you to continue to keep quiet on your background. I have no wish to contact you further beyond this- This is not something that can be revealed to the media.

A copy of your Mother's Will, and the Deed to her house is enclosed.

Regards.

I read the letter over again, once more, and then a third time, before leaning back silently against the couch, my mouth hanging slack. Saeyoung stared at the paper, my expression mirrored on his face as he slowly turned towards me, his eyes a flurry of emotions at once.

He shook his head, removing his glasses from his face, rubbing his eyes harshly, his brows furrowed tightly.

"God…"

I didn't move- I couldn't move. My body felt cold, my head was empty and spinning all at the same time.

"I… I should feel happy. Or- Or relieved, right? But… I don't." My voice wavered as I spoke, unable to keep steady. Saeyoung set his glasses on the table, along with the letter and cheque, turning towards me, his expression written with confusion, anger, and pain all at once.

"I don't either."

I leaned forwards slightly, my arms wrapping around my stomach, my head shaking slowly. Saeyoung moved closer to me, his thigh pressed up against mine as he wrapped his arms around my torso, leaning his head over my own. I didn't make a move to escape- I just resigned to the touch, unable to register anything else, unable to think about anything else.

"It's… It's going to be okay." His voice was thin as he spoke, clearly feeling as conflicted as I did at the moment. I leaned my forehead on my hands for a moment, lingering in his embrace for a short while before sitting up, bringing him to release me as I stood.

"…I think.. I need to be alone."

Saeyoung looked up at me, his brows curled together in worry.

"Do you want me to call Yoosung?"

"No." I snapped without thinking- I brought a hand to the bridge of my nose, pinching it softly, letting out a harsh breath. "..No. I just… Need to think."

I walked away from the couch, heading into my bedroom, closing and locking the door softly behind me. I leaned against it for some time, unable to form any thoughts to be able to do anything else, until I finally gathered the strength to walk over to my bed, curling up on top of it.

I hugged a pillow to my chest tightly, my legs brought up on either side of it, wrapping myself around it as effectively as I could. I buried my face into it, letting out short breaths, trying to cause myself to feel something, anything other than the emptiness that was boring inside my chest.

After all the years of torture, and destruction my mother caused, I should be pleased, or at least relieved by the news of her death- or so I thought. I felt so many things- Confusion. Emptiness. Regret. Restlessness. Loneliness.

Not a single shred of relief.

I threaded my hands into my hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, closing my eyes tightly as my head began to spin, my stomach flipping harshly, my breathing becoming uneven. I rolled over, knocking the pillow off of the bed, biting hard at my lip in a desperate attempt to calm down.

The woman who did such awful things didn't deserve such a reaction out of me- I couldn't quite make sense of why I was even reacting this way. All rhyme or reason had left me at this point, it seemed, as my body began acting of its own accord. My mind continued to swirl, reality and my imagination blending together, unable to tell the difference between the two. I rolled over on to my stomach, pressing my face into my pillows, clutching them hard in my fists, screaming relentlessly into them, desperate, so desperate for it to stop.

It didn't stop.

That's it for this Chapter. I really wanted to write a chapter touching on what happened to their mom- I feel like it would be a big thing for both of them to overcome. Next chapter it will cover even more of this, so look forward to it.

As for "how did their father find them/their house/etc" - Personally, in my head, i have a personal Headcanon where their father kept tabs on them constantly, even if they didn't interact with them. He's a man in the head of Government, after all, so I imagine he has a lot of power. That's just my personal thoughts :3 So yeah, that's why/how, in case anybody questions on that.

~Pixil-8