Healing Scars

Ch:1 Pasty white-skin & Arsons

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I lay there,not really doing anything productive in general,memories of him still flooding my mind,boy,did that hurt?

I watched the flame flickr on and off,the only sense of comfort, it looked lonely just like the other side of my bed,cold and empty,yup.
I heard the clicking of the door knob open,already knowing who it was,

"you can't lie here all day like that,man"

It was Namjoon,his deep voice recognisable even in my half-sleep state ,my best friend,my man.

"like I give a fuck"

I answered,voice raspy, as it hadn't been used for a long time now.
I heard him sigh.

"since when are you like that?"

he replied,throwing a can of coffee in my direction,the container bouncing on the bed slightly,and then the closing of door,he must be on his shift.

I contemplated on what he said,his words repeating in my already shit-filled mind,exactly,since when am I like this?
My body sitting up to lean against the headboard . It had been two weeks since I had been like this and well..what the heck?!
I am Min YoonGi,I am not gonna crib over someone,especially that bitch.

The thought made me jolt up,startled. Need to move on,note to self.

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"that'll be 25,000 won,sir"I informed as I played the lollipop in my hand,waiting for the payment,that was thrown out the car window,and onto the ground.
I watched, infuriated, as the car fled away.

"fuck these Richie riches"

I muttered under my breath,my foot immediately coming to set down on the piece of paper that held one's position in the society,heck,I couldn't care if I had to marry a beggar.

"Hyung!"

I heard a voice call me,I turned
to find Hoseok running towards me,his jet black hair blowing back,a sense of peace taking over me on seeing him, I smiled,he was a nice kid,the third muskeeter to our small group of freaks that included me and Yoongi and Hoseok.

"I need to show you something"

He breathed out,leaning on,to take support on his knees,panting hard.

"woah kid,you shouldn't be running around like that in your condition"

I replied as I shoved my hands in my pockets,watching the breathless boy.

"I hope you didn't take any of that sh-"
"come on,I need to show you something,it's an emergency!"

He cut me,pulling at my arm,sometimes he was such a kid.

"calm down,and I'm on my shift,for your information."

I replied cooly,turning to fill a tank.

"why don't you go trouble Yoongi?"

I added,watching his face scrunching up,
"you know he won't come."
"who said I wouldn't?"

A third voice said,our heads turning to look at our eldest,Yoongi,my lips turning into a smile,so he finally did.

"Okay then,you are coming with me."

Hoseok retorted as he pulled a confused Yoongi with him to somewhere I couldn't give a shit about. Hoseok is stupid,sometimes,scratch that,most of the time.

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