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Choi Beomgyu🎸

"Yeah, well, that promise was broken long ago," she whispered, her voice cracking. Those eight words were enough to completely destroy Jimin hyung. He drags his head down, and holds his arms around his chest, squeezing himself as his body shivers, his voice coming out in deep breathes.

He looks hurt, and in pain, and more importantly, he feels guilt. Yuna takes one last look at him, the tears threatening to fall out of her eyes. She takes a deep breathe, gives me one last look and runs off into her room, slamming the door.

I turn around to look at Jimin hyung again. He blankly stares into space, his eyes trained on the seat, moments before occupied by his sister. He lets out shaky breathes and clenches in his fists. I hesitate, but then I put my hand on his shoulder. He breaks out of his trance and looks at me, as a single teardrop falls out from his eye.

"Oh, Beomgyu, sorry you had to uh...see that," he sniffles. "You know what, I think I've just lost my appetite." He pushes his plate away from him, gets up and grabs his coat. "Sorry, but I have to go. Night shift." He gives me an awkward smile. "You can have my share if you like. Can you take the leftovers and keep them in the refrigerator? Yuna likes to have midnight snacks, you know. Raids the entire house," he laughs. "Well, you can sleep in my room tonight. Uh...stay safe." He walks out the door, his shoulders hunched.

And just like that, they both ran away. I sigh, and shove my plate away as well. I rummage around for something to store the pizza in. I find a pink Tupperware, and decide it will do for now. 

I should probably check on how Yuna is doing.

I silently walk up to her door and to check to see if she was asleep or not. She wasn't. Light sobs made their way to me, coming from the other side of the door.

I should probably leave her be. 

I rest my right palm against the door, and lean my forehead there as well. I stay there, still, for a moment or so, and then make my way over to Jimim hyung's room which was opposite to Yuna's room. I grab the blanket that was thrown on floor recklessly and get into his bed. 

I hope he's okay. I hope they're both okay. 

Their little argument enlightened me. Now, I know that maybe every family really do have their bad days. 

Maybe I'm must exaggerating and over reacting over what happened with my dad and me. We have our problems and disagreements just like them, and we could possibly work it out, if we tried.

I scoff. 

Yeah, right, he can't go two minutes without getting the impulsive urge to slap me, or start commenting on my hair and my dressing style. Oh, let's not forget the unfathomable amount of insults he shoves down my throat every single day. Damn, sure am gonna miss the guy. Not.

I toss, and turn around hoping to fall asleep, but nothing works out. I lay awake in the dark, and just start thinking about everything, something I hadn't managed to do the entire day. 

I mean, what do I do now? Would my dad try to look for me? Or would he say, "Good riddance!" and call it a day?

I spend a good two to three hours, at most, overthinking everything about my life. 

Ugh, I can't do this. Maybe I'll go get some ice cream that Yuna stacked in the refrigerator. 

I slowly open the door and tiptoe into the kitchen. I'm met with a dark, hooded figure, their back towards me, their face completely hidden from me. They turn towards me and-

"AAAHHHH!!" 

"AAAAHHHHH!!" 

"WHY ARE WE SCREAMING?" the hooded figure, who is actually Yuna, screams.