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TAEHYUNG

He didn't go to school the next day, his father had found him and taught him a lesson about how not to slam doors. So, he really wasn't feeling well when he woke up and just stayed in his room the whole day.

The next day wasn't much better, thank god it was a Saturday.

He sat up, feeing the bruises arch at his movements. He had a cut on his brow and cheek, and his lip was split on the other side.

Taehyung wanted to go to the park, to see the man again. He didn't know if what he did was right and wanted to apologize.

Or he could find a new place to smoke. He heard the door open downstairs; his dad was home.He grabbed his cigarettes and climbed out of his window, and up onto his roof. His dad didn't know he could go out here. But Taehyung often went out here because his dad just assumed he wasn't home.

He sat on the peak of the roof and blew smoke from his mouth, savoring the taste. He could look down at the park from here. He couldn't see where the benches were, but he still wondered about the man.

If he went there again, would the man talk to him? He frowned and rested his chin on his hand. He couldn't talk back to him. He wasn't ready, even if he wanted to talk.

The man would probably grow annoyed with him. Everyone did.

He flopped back on the roof with a sigh, wincing as his bruised back hit the tile.

Everyone was mad at him. He was really tired of it, to be honest. Taehyung decided he just wanted to be understood. Ms. Han didn't understand but respected him. That was the closest he's ever gotten. But he wanted more than that. To be deeply understood.

He'd never get that, really. People have too little patience.

Taehyung really should give up hope, with this blocking his path he'll never have deep relationships or friends.

He raised the cigarette to his lips again.

Taehyung really wants friends. He's so tired of being lonely.

AN: I have surgery today, so the next following chapters will be scheduled. The ones following I can't promise will be on time, because I don't know how long it will take for me to recover. please be patient :)

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