Chapter 3

Flashback

Once again, the guy wore the black baggy hoodie. He sat on the very corner of the room with his head  down low. In that way he was practically unknown inside the campus. Only a few knew him and even if they did, they would forget him after a month or even a week. That's how introverted he is, he would always choose sitting by the corner with his earphones plugged in than to start a conversation with someone. You would constantly see him holding a notebook and a pen, writing lyrics while shutting the world down. It was usually like that, until one day.

"Excujeee mee! You are Yoongi right?" A smiling person called, making him look up in complete shock. Never had anyone called him with his real name in school because they plainly didn't know who he is.

"Ye-yes. Why?" The mint haired man answered. The guy smiled at him brightly.

"My name is Jimin! Park Jimin. I would be your seatmate for the whole semester! I hope we'll be good friends" Jimin beamed, sitting down beside the introvert man.

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"Aren't you too young to be in college?" Yoongi asked, eating  the sandwich Jimin gave to him.

"Well yeah, I'm only 16. Its just that I'm too smart for my Own liking." The Pink haired man answered, shrugging his shoulders. Yoongi chuckled, making Jimin grin back at him.

"So you took an acceleration test? Why though, I thought its fun being in High school?"

"I want to help my family" Jimin exclaimed, looking at Yoongi.

"Your parents must love you so much" Yoongi said, looking away. His eyes hiding the envy he held inside. Jimin laughed bitterly, making Yoongi look back at him.

"They do, even when they're far away now." Jimin said, looking dreamily at the blue sky above him.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't, its cliché. Stop it." He replied, smiling at the flustered guy.

"So...who do you live with now?" Yoongi asked, After recovering.

"My Grandma and my little bro"

Ringggggggg!!!!Ringgggggg!!!

"Well we got to go back now hyung." The younger said, standing up from his seat. Yoongi followed soon and they both went away.

He didn't knew how, but slowly as time passes. His heart started to soften for the younger. With a short amount of time Jimin already got him wrapped around his fingers. And he himself didn't knew that he was doing the same for Jimin...They both fell for each other with every small talks, with every quiet hang outs. With every time they spend together, they came to forget about their triggering pasts. The black and white heart each both had was then started to be colored by a love paint that creeps up until the very bottom of it. Up until they were already swallowed up, and there was no chance for them to escape.

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Yoongi clenched his fists tighter as he once again heard the moans and screams that came from the room at the very end of the dark hallway. The room that was used to be filled with light and enthusiasm was now nothing but a room for his father to bring his slut and fuck with.

"Urghh! God damn it!" He mumbled under his breath, standing up from the wooden chair that was faced upon his study table. He walked to his closet, getting a torn jacket and a cap. He wore both things and went out of the house with his old adidas on. It was snowing outside, considering that its December and Christmas is very soon. He remembered when he was still a child. Her mother would make sure he was tucked to bed warm the night before Christmas eve. He remembered how his mother would wake him up with kisses at exactly 12 A.M. of the 25th of December and greet him Merry Christmas. He remembered how they would exchange gifts and eat the delicious foods his mother cooked. He missed those days. By the time he was done daydreaming about the things he and her mother used to do, he was already in front of the small convenience store. He went inside, being met by the warmth. He picked up some stuffs, only to realize that he only have a thousand won in his hand.  He sighed, getting a nice snack that would fit the money he have on his pocket.

"1, 050 won" The woman looked at him in boredom stretching her hand out for him to place the money in.

He pulled the thousand from his pocket, placing it on the woman's hand. The cashier looked at him with annoyance and he looked down in embarrassment. The lady sighed.

"It's alright boy, Just bring enough money next time." She said, making him look up and smile at her in complete happiness. He haven't ate anything all day and this is the only thing he was able to afford.

"Thank you so much Ms." He smiled as the lady hand him the snack he bought. The lady just smiled at him and he went away. Yoongi ate his snack happily as he walked through the cold winter streets and found himself in his house's porch once finished. He sighed crumpling the trash and placing it deep under the jacket's pocket. He opened the house being met by nothing but coldness, colder than the one from outside.

After he closed the door quietly a loud sound of glass shuttering made him step back in both surprise and fear. He knew what would come next.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?! YOU USELESS MOTHERFUCKER! I TOLD YOU TO MAKE ME FOOD!! BUT WHAT DID YOU DO HUH!?!" the monster he call father yelled, throwing a punch at the boy. A punch after another, broken glasses being stubbed into his skin, leather hitting the sugary pail skin, and words being cursed out of the monster's mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?? I SHOULD JUST THROW YOU AWAY!!! YOU ARE  USELESS JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!!" and after he was done, the boy found himself on the cold alley catching for his breath with blood pooling under him. Even before his eyes closed, a figure ran to him and he looked at what he thought was a familiar guy in a blur. "Jimin...Park Jimin??"