who am i?

Chaptre 1

Yoongi's POV

Hi, I'm Yoongi. Officially, I'm a teacher at Seoul National High School, but my students call me "Suga." They say it's because I'm as "white and sweet as sugar." I get it-my pale skin, soft voice, and quiet demeanor make me look like someone who must've grown up in a warm, loving family. But they have no idea who I really am or what I've been through.

Yesterday, I did something reckless, something that might cost me my job. Today, rumors of my impending dismissal spread through the school, and despite my students' protests, I'm not sure how this will end. So, I've decided to write this, to set the record straight. This is my side of the story. I don't know when they'll read it or if they'll ever forgive me, but maybe this will help them understand.

It all started when I woke up in a hospital room.

The walls were white, cold, with the sterile smells of antiseptics and disinfectants. My body ached, weak and foreign, as if I'd just been born into it. But the worst part was that my mind was blank-no name, no memories, no past. I was nothing but a bruised body covered in scars I couldn't explain.

The doctors thought I was a victim of abuse. The moment I opened my eyes, they called the police, but without my memories, there wasn't much anyone could do. I was just...lost. Alone.

They arranged everything, paying my bills and setting me up in a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood. They even enrolled me in high school. The rent was covered, and school was free, but I still needed money for food and basics. So, I found a part-time job at a nearby restaurant. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

For the first two weeks, everything was calm. I kept to myself, didn't make friends, and as long as no one bothered me, I was okay with that. My scars were enough to keep people away-no one wanted to befriend the guy with the marks all over his arms and neck.

Then, things changed.

The whole school was buzzing with news: the Kim siblings were back. I didn't know who they were, but everyone was talking about them like they were a force of nature. According to whispers, they were infamous troublemakers, known for causing chaos and stirring up fights. I just had to stay out of their way.

And I did, for a while. I stayed quiet, kept my head down, and avoided any encounters with them. But sometimes, fate doesn't let you hide.

I didn't pay much attention to the rumors about the Kims. School had always been a "keep your head down, stay out of trouble" kind of place for me, and that's how I liked it. After school, I went to work as usual. The restaurant owner was kind enough to let me eat there after my shift, so I was fed and ready to head back home.

The walk back was usually quiet. But that night, I stumbled across something I wasn't prepared for-a fight. Right in the middle of the street, a group of grown men were beating up a kid. I didn't know him, and I wasn't exactly a fighter. In fact, I wouldn't last five seconds in a real fight. But watching them gang up on him felt wrong. So, I faked a call to the police, hoping my bluff would work. Thankfully, it did-they scattered pretty quickly.

Once they were gone, I ran to the kid, only to find him unconscious. Not knowing what else to do, I carried him back to my place. I did my best to bandage his cuts and bruises and waited nearby for him to wake up. All the while, a nagging voice in my head reminded me of the saying, "Never take strangers home. Never get involved in someone else's mess." I should've listened. Bringing this kid to my apartment was the beginning of the end for my peaceful life.

Eventually, he woke up, looking around in confusion. The moment his eyes landed on me, I could see suspicion-a mix of fear and disbelief. My scars weren't helping the situation either. He looked like he was about to lash out, so I raised my hands and said, "Hey! I'm just trying to help you! I'm not gonna hurt you, so sit down, and let's talk, okay?"

He stared, wary, but eventually sat down. He didn't say a word, just watched me as if I was some gangster who'd kidnapped him. I sighed. "Here, eat something and call someone to pick you up. It's late, and you shouldn't be wandering around alone." He didn't respond, just eyed me as if he couldn't decide whether to trust me or bolt.

I gave him space, heading off to my room. It was already past my bedtime, and, honestly, he wasn't my problem.As I started drifting off, I heard him calling someone to pick him up. Relieved, I finally closed my eyes.

The Next Morning

I woke up, got ready for school, grabbed my bag, and walked out of my bedroom...only to find him still there, fast asleep on my couch. I was positive he'd called someone to come get him last night. I walked over, sighing, and gave the couch a little shake. "Hey, kid, wake up! I've got to go to school."He mumbled something, barely opening his eyes. "Five more minutes, hyung."

*Hyung?* Since when were we on those terms? I sighed, already feeling the weight of the day ahead. Somehow, I just knew-this wasn't the last time I'd be seeing him.