Poverty. Bandage. Message.
Yoongi trudged through the tall grass that hid his run-down house. Needless to say, his family was poor. Living with three siblings and being supported by only one parent didn't ease the situation.
He twisted the rusty doorknob of the front door and stepped into the creaking shack. Floorboards were breaking or broken all over the house from the heavy running that his brothers did; They were only 6 and 9 respectively. He tried to enter as quietly as possible, trying not to drag any attention from-
"Oi, ungrateful bastard. You come home and don't even know how to tell your father?"
Yoongi stopped in his tracks and looked at his drugged-faced father. A pain in his chest struck him harder than any pain the boys from school could inflict onto him. From his sweat-stained t-shirt to his unshaven beard to his dilated pupils, Yoongi couldn't stand the sight of what his father had become. He remembered flashbacks of when he was much smaller, he had discovered bags of white powder underneath the washing machine. Thinking it was detergent, he poured the contents into the washing machine and later that night received a hard beating from his father that put him in the hospital. The blonde boy shuddered at the memory.
The memory of everything going downhill.
"I'm back!" Yoongi called up the stairs to his smaller brothers, ignoring his father as he lit another roll-up of weed.
Loud footsteps echoed through the house and made the walls shake, loosening a few paint crumbs from the corners of the ceiling. "Suga-hyung, you're home!" The youngest, Jihun, came tumbling down the stairs and almost smashing his foot through a loose floorboard. Arms outstretched, Yoongi caught the little tyke in his arms and squeezed him tightly, ignoring the pain that still bothered his body.
"Hey Woozi. I'm gonna be in my room okay? Feeling a little sleepy."
Jihun knew that it was code for 'Don't let these bastards into my room because i'm going to be bandaging myself up and then sleeping to avoid everybody'. The small boy that resembled the elder ever so slightly nodded and followed him up into his room.
Yoongi sat down on his creaking bed that occupied almost every last bit of his small pathetic room. The windows were broken and he had to use old t-shirts as blinds. His clothes made his floor non-existent due to the fact that he did not own a cupboard. His younger brother knelt down beside the bed and lifted a loose floorboard that hid all of Yoongi's first-aid tools.
As his brother started helping the elder apply medicine on his stomach, Yoongi lay down and opened his twitter account. He scrolled through some useless crap and then looked to see that he had received a new message from someone who had just followed him.
daddyjimin: I'm sorry about what happened today.
sugafree: ...Min Yoongi is typing...
daddyjimin: I was a dick
daddyjimin: And I lost my temper
daddyjimin: But you were a dick too
daddyjimin: But you're cute
daddyjimin: So I'm apologizing cause let's be honest I want your number
sugafree: wait what
sugafree: are you that new kid
daddyjimin: yes
daddyjimin: I am :)
sugafree: fk u
daddyjimin: When
sugafree: gtfo you jamless freak
daddyjimin: You seem a lot more confident online
daddyjimin: That's hot
sugafree: you know what isn't?
sugafree: your ass
sugafree: goodbye
"Ah, ouch! Easy, Woozi. I think you've helped enough already. You can go and play now. Thanks."
Yoongi ruffled the boy's hair as he got up and left him to himself. He sat up slowly and reached for a clean shirt to throw on. After putting back his first-aid stuff into the floor, he laid back on his bed and went to Jimin's twitter account.
"Who the hell calls themselves daddy?" Yoongi muttered under his breath at nobody in particular.
He saw many selfies and how many likes and retweets it got. He was a popular guy. But he also got a good amount of hate. Girls and boys alike were tweeting at him with insults and accusations of cheating on them. All of which he never responded to, it was like he couldn't be bothered. So he's a player.
Yoongi continued scrolling further but soon his eyelids grew heavy. And as he was losing consciousness, his thumb gently glided past the follow button on Jimin's account and Jimin hit his 1500 follower mark.
