Broken [DISCONTINUED]

- Chapter Three -

Seokjin sighed as the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. He waited until everyone left the classroom before he followed suit. He walked slowly to his locker and placed his books away as he gets out the books he needs for homework. Seokjin was in no rush to get home when he felt himself being pulled away roughly from his position.
"You thought I would leave you alone?" Hoseok's voice teased Seokjin as he pushed him further against the lockers, pain spreading throughout Seokjin's body. He avoided eye contact with him as Hoseok breathed on his neck, his breath warm.
"Hoseok! Will you stop? I'll continue that at home as Seokjin-hyung has been a naughty boy and needs punishing." Yoongi's scratchy voice stopped Hoseok and he pulled away with a whine.
"I was having fun!" Yoongi glared at him as he dragged Hoseok away.
"We are going out to get some food. I'm sure you are hungry. Actually, don't answer that because you always are!" Seokjin sighs quietly as the two left him and he slowly walked back to his locker to finish what he started. By now, the school was almost empty except for a few teachers going to their offices.

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The hour long walk home was quiet, just the way he likes it. An elderly lady seemed to have trouble crossing the road and he went over to help her.
"Thank you, young man." She smiles widely as he bowed in response. He walks off with a small wave, feeling good about himself. He started humming the same tune he was humming at lunch as he walked home. He suddenly had an idea as he hummed. He pulled out his phone and went to the voice memos and started recording his voice. Once he recorded enough, he labeled the recording a line from the song he created, I Need You.

Seokjin may look to be the nerdy type at school but he's a singer online. He posts videos of himself singing to songs he's created and has earned quite a few followers - one of them is Mr. Jeon himself but he doesn't know it's Seokjin because its filmed in darkness and he has never heard of his voice until that day.

It usually takes Seokjin a day or two to write the music before posting it onto YouTube.

"Seokjin! Is that you?!" His "appa" yelled as he sees Seokjin walk to his room to place his bag and school books away.

"Make me some dinner. NOW!" He yells and Seokjin goes to the kitchen to make his "family" dinner. He decides to make something easy so he has less dishes to wash and wipe up later. He quickly gets out the ingredients to make kimbap and another dish, samgyeopsal. Within half-an-hour, dinner was ready for his "appa", "eomma" and "dongsaeng" (younger sibling). He sets the table before serving it and walking off to his room to try and complete Mr. Jeon's homework - an art piece that reflects his personality. He pulls out his notebook and jots down his personality:

⦁ shy

⦁ awkward

⦁ suicidial

⦁ mute/quiet

⦁ emotionless

⦁ blank

⦁ servant to everyone (mostly to Yoongi and his parents)

⦁ bullied

He looks at his list and wonders how he can convey those aspects of himself into an artwork. Colours... They tell a lot about an artwork and add a deeper meaning... He realises and writes down four colours he plans to use: black, white, grey and red. He soon becomes so lost in what he is doing that he didn't notice the house had gone quiet until he heard a faint tap on the window. He looks up, a puzzled and confused expression covered his soft features as he hears the tap again. He shrugs and goes back to his work.

Seokjin then realised the quietness throughout the house - no laughter or yelling between Yoongi and his parents. He doesn't call them "his" parents but rather Yoongi's parents. He grabs his pyjamas and goes to have a shower. He sees himself in the mirror and shudders, hating himself. All the days insults and events came rushing back to him as he continued to stare at himself. The sudden urge to cut became unbearable as he reached for the familar cold, hard surface of his razor. He pulls up his sleeve, so roughly that he nearly rips it in the process, and slowly sat doen on the toliet seat. His breathing quickens as he drags the sharp blade slowly across his skin, his own blood crimson against his snow-white skin. He smiles to himself, the pain welcoming. He continues until his new cuts cover his previous scars. He lets out a sigh as he starts the shower and hops in, the hot water stinging. Seokjin hisses in pain as the water turned red from his own blood.