Chapter 1

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*April 17, 2012*

Author P.O.V

Four people were sitting in their living room... Having a family time... When suddenly Mr.Park's 16 years old son entered thr home from the front door shouting...

Park's 16 years old son entered thr home from the front door shouting

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Jimin: MOM DAD!!! I GOT A MEDAL!!!

Jimin rushed towards Mrs.Park and hugged her...

Mrs.Park: Wow my dear... That's very nice!!

Jimin: Uncle aunty... See I got a medal at taekwondo...

Mrs.Choi: Very good my son... I hope Y/n gets something like that too...

As soon as he said that...12 years old Y/n entered the house from the backdoor silently... Trying not to be caught but Jimin saw her...

Jimin: Aunty Y/n came... *smirking*

Y/n snapped her head toward them...

Mrs.Choi: What's up with you now?...

She had some bruises on her arm and face... She glared at Jimin for doing this to her while he just smirked feeling proud...

Y/n took a deep breath and said-

Y/n: I-I was with one of my friends...

Mrs.Choi: With your friends huh? Then why do you have bruises on your face...

Y/n: One of my made fun of me...

Mrs.Choi: So you beat him/her? Huh?! YOU-

She grabbed a stick nearby and went toward Y/n while she straightly run to her dad...

Y/n: Dad! Dad! Dad! Save me from her!!

Mrs.Choi: I still haven't touch you and your fake crying, complaining to your dad?...

Mr.Choi: Hey... Let her be... First let me treat her bruises... Then do whatever you want...

Jimin: WaHtEvEr?!

Y/n: Why do you always add gasoline in the fire?!

Jimin: *smirk* My wish...

Y/n: Do your own business you shtty human...

Mrs.Choi: *gasp* From where did you learned it?

Y/n: From... Dad?

Mr.Choi: WHEN?!?!

Y/n: You were talking with one of our relative and you said- "stop being a shitty person..."

Mr.Choi: Oh god...

Jimin and Y/n were glaring at each other...

Jimin: Don't you dare to curse at me... I'm elder than you and better than you...

Y/n: Better my foot...

Y/n:*in mind* Oh god... Everything I do is wrong and everything he does is right...

What the hell?!

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