Blooming star

- 2 -

(edited, chapter has doubled in size lmao - 8k)

Once back home after a walk that honestly wasn't so bad, although walking through the construction site was kind of complicated, I drag my body to the living room and drop down on the couch with an exhausted sigh, my weary body out of energy after this long day.

Now that I'm here, it's like the day just comes crashing down on me with all of its weight and I don't feel like moving anymore, I feel like I'm going to be sore for a little while, carrying boxes with Seokjin at some point worked some muscles that I don't use often.

Hopefully I get used to it quickly, this is all very new for me and I would hate for my body to get in the way, I've really enjoyed myself a lot despite my nerves being all over the place.

After getting kicked out of the house by my own mother very recently, I was lost and confused as to what I should do, where I should go from then on but I was lucky enough to find this apartment which is just perfect for me.

It's furnished with the basic necessities and the landlord offers the first rent for free so it was honestly a gift fallen from the sky considering my situation.

I guess mom deciding that keeping me at home was now deemed useless for her was just the push that I needed to get a move on with my life, it's probably the best thing she's ever done for me, the only one that will ever happen.

After all, it's not like I ever was a part of her heart, she simply made use of me as much as she could, a tool that could serve her before being thrown in the trash when it would get too old and rusty.

She prefers my siblings a lot more since they were the result of a loving marriage, for a while it was anyway, and I understand why because they are truly the best, I adore my brothers and sisters very much.

So in a way, who can blame her? My existence only reminds her of a mistake she did with a stranger when she was young and careless, of course she would prefer the children she decided to have willingly over me.

I can't say I've never thought about what would've happened if she had refused to give birth to me, or if she had simply given me away to another family that would've been able to love me the way she couldn't, how much different would my life be then?

That's one thing I will never find out, my life has already been lived for twenty-five years, there's no going back even if I wanted to, those decisions are on my mother and her alone.

My stomach grumbles in a plea for food and I sigh before forcing my body off the couch to head to the kitchen at the other side of the wall separating the two rooms, the dining room connecting the two together in a half closed space.

I open the fridge and look into it with a frown, not much to eat but just enough to hold on with the bare minimum, I can't afford wasting what money I have left so I have to be careful as much as possible until I get paid.

I take out enough to make myself a simple sandwich as I think about my current situation.

I live in a small yet good quality apartment, the landlord a man who wishes to offer to people who are struggling a chance to get a new start in life, he knows that sometimes, all that is needed is a place to call home and a roof over our head and he was apparently only too eager to offer that help.

When I saw the ad in the newspaper as I was searching for a rent that I could afford, I simply couldn't believe my eyes at what I was seeing, I just knew I had to call the number provided and give it a try, even if there was a chance that it was a scam.

The man who answered the call was very nice, he asked me some questions at first and we ended up talking for quite a while, I told him all about my life and what it was like living with my mother, what had just happened to me and he was so kind about it, he even went as far as to share a little about himself when I was done, it appeared that we had a similar upbringing and my story had touched him greatly.