His Smile... (Part1) [JK]

What Did I Do To Deserve This?

{MinJi's POV}

A week has passed since the roof incident. Jungkook hasn't said a word to me since then.

But I found out that, for my last period, that I have music class.

Remember everyone at the lunch table that I was sitting with on my first day of school?

Well, they all have music for their last period too.

I can sort of play the guitar and sing a little, but it isn't that big of a deal.

I used to bring my guitar into the hospital when I visited my mom and she would always ask me to sing to her. She said that my voice always comforted her and eased her pain away.

I miss her terribly..

So now whenever I play the guitar, I think of my mom. It's a nice feeling, yet it depresses me, so I try not to play the guitar or sing that often anymore.

I never played the guitar or sang in my music class though because:

1. I'm embarrassed
2. I will NOT sing in front of the jerk known as Jungkook
3. I don't want anyone to know that I play the guitar or sing at ALL.

So during music class, I just listen to everyone either playing music on their instruments or using their vocal chords.

None of my "friends" do anything during the period. They usually just sit in the corner of the class room and mess around until the class ends. I'm usually on the other side of the room watching everyone else enjoying themselves.

My "friends" tried to bring me over to where they were but I would say no every time.

And when my last period finishes, I walk home, alone.

By the time I get home, I'm still alone. I don't see my dad until it's late at night and when I do see him, he's usually drunk, even when he comes home late.

His drinking worsened once we had moms funeral, so I try to avoid him as much as possible.

January 21, 2015 is the date my mom passed away, and I will always remember that date.

I'll engrave it into my heart if I have to.

"Hey, Choi? You alright? You've been spacing out for quite some time now", Suga says as he rests his hand on my shoulder.

It's Tuesday and I'm in music class right now, spacing out as usual..

"Oh hey, I didn't see you there Suga. Yea I'm fine, just a little tired", I say honestly.

I haven't been getting much sleep lately because of all the stress.

To be honest, since my dad has started drinking, it's like he has become a different person. He's become low tempered and curses a lot. He cusses at me and calls me names now.

He was such a sweet father before...

"Oh okay, I hope you get some more sleep then. It's not good to stay up late ya' know", Suga says as he takes a seat in front of me. I look over his shoulder at his friends (Jungkook, MiCha, Rap Mon, Jin, Jimin, and Jhope) and ask, "aren't you going to sit with your friends?"

"OUR friends, and no not today. I wanted to talk to you about something", he says in a serious tone.

"Sure", I reply back to him as I start playing with my pencil.

"Well, are you feeling alright? Like, truly okay? You seem so gloomy", he says as he tries to get a good look of my face.

"I've always been gloomy", I say back to him in honesty as I tap my pencil on the desk.

"Oh... Really? Have you tried smiling?"

"No."

He tilts his head in confusion as Jimin calls Suga back to the group.

"Well I gotta go. Try talking to us at lunch again Choi! We miss talking to you", he says as he gets up and takes his leave.

Well, I don't want to talk to anyone. It's better being alone..

*****

I finally make it home from school and take off my shoes near the door.

"I'm home!" I yell as I walk through the living room and towards the kitchen.

"YAH! MINJI GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE", my father slurs as I enter the kitchen.

Of course, he's drunk..

"What is this mess?! Didn't I tell you to clean the dishes you stupid brat! No wonder your mother died! She was always doing the work around here when you were to lazy to lift a damn finger!! It's your fault she died!!! ITS ALL YOUR FAULT", my father screams as he starts throwing the dishes on the floor.

He picks up moms favorite mug and is about to throw it on the floor to break it.

"Appa stop!!! That's moms favorite mug", I yell as I try to take it away from him.

"DONT YOU DARE YELL AT ME" my father screams as he slaps me across the face. I fall down and land on the broken pieces of glass.

"AISH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID", my father continues to scream at me. He starts to call me names and kicks me in the stomach. I bite my lip in pain as my face lands into some shards of glass.

I feel a warm liquid leak down my forehead and cheeks as he continues to curse at me and kick me.

"You spoiled brat! How dare you get blood all over the kitchen floor you nasty pig!!!! Clean up your mess", he says as he places moms favorite mug on the counter. He staggers out of the kitchen and I'm left in my own pool of blood.

"Why...." I feel tears threatening to fall but I hold them in, knowing that if I were to cry now, my father would come back and make fun of me.

I get up and start to clean the mess up as I hold my stomach in pain. Blood continues to trickle down my face and onto the floor as I pick up the pieces of glass.

What did I do to deserve this?

A/N: well her dad just had a mental break down.

Poor MinJi, ugh this sucks I feel so bad for her, man. She basically has no one left now....

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Have a nice day! ^.^ <3