Wishing On A New Life

Reasons

 

Youngjae’s POV:

~~~~ 5 years ago ~~~~

“Annyeong! I’m home!” I announce to the quiet house as I open the door. I close the door and took off my shoes, dropping my book bag by the door. “Umma? Appa?” That’s weird; they are always home by-

“Shut the fuck up!” My thoughts were interrupted by a yell that came from my dad.

“You can’t treat me like this anymore!” My mom yelled, followed by a terrifying scream.

“Umma!” I ran towards the source of the fight, which happened to be the kitchen. “Umma… are you ok?” I walked in, seeing my mother on the floor, blood dripping down her hand. “Umma! You are injured!” I ran towards her, until someone blocked my way.

“You’re home early.” My father grunted.

“Appa! What happened to umma? What did you do appa? Why did you hurt her? I thought you loved her?” I was instantly backhanded, falling back on my butt. My hand cupped my now bruised face as tears welled up in my eyes.

“Shut up! You’re such a whiny kid. No one wants to listen to you talk!” He growled at me, before turning back and advancing at my mother.

“But… why did you hit me appa.” He stopped and turned back to me.

“I told you to shut up! Don’t you have any respect?” I was again slapped, but this time it wasn’t as hard.

“Youngjae!” My mother cried.

“Shut up woman! I ain’t done with you yet.” He mumbled. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me to his face. “I don’t want to hear another peep out of you, ever!” He threw me down, not really caring if I was ok or not. “Do you understand?” I just stared up at the man, who I thought loved me with all his heart. Those thoughts disappeared, however; as he gripped my hair and yanked back. “I said do you understand?!”

“Yes appa!” I cried out. He tossed me aside, but then punched me in the face.

“I thought I said I didn’t want to hear another word!” He continued to punch and even started to kick me, as I cried out for him to stop.

“I’m sorry appa! Please stop! It hurts!” After a few minutes of this, my throat started to feel dry and I was becoming light headed due to the blows to my head. He finally stopped when I quieted down.

“Not another word Yoo Youngjae, do you understand?” I nodded furiously. He smirked, before punching me one more time that made everything go black.

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I jolted awake from the old memory that still affects my life. After that, I tried to talk a few times and would end up getting beat up until I passed out, even if I was quiet. He wouldn’t even let me sing to myself in the shower. I then only talked in school, where my father wasn’t present, but even then, it was only when I was called on by the teacher. I stopped talking to the few friends I had, until eventually I didn’t even talk to my teachers.

I stole a couple bucks from my parents and bought myself a white board. I used this to communicate with. Even after I moved out of my parent’s house a couple months ago, I still couldn’t find the words to speak. I just remained silent. I was too use to it to go back to using words instead of the board.

I got up from my now soaked sheets and walked to the bathroom. I splashed some cold water on my face and sighed a soundless sigh. I looked into the mirror, seeing the reflection of a 19 year old college dropout, who worked in a computer shop where he barely made enough to pay for his apartment.

I shook my head and went back to my room, grabbing my phone to see if I had any messages. Of course I didn’t, I had no friends. Only my manager texted me if he needed me to come in early or to cover someone else’s shift. He was a pretty sweet guy, letting me work there when I didn’t talk. He had me fix a few technical issues, since I was pretty smart. He always wondered why I dropped out; and it was because of money. I could barely afford my apartment; let alone college.

I glanced at the clock, seeing as I had two hours before work. I decided to go ahead and get ready, just taking my time getting dressed and eating. I left an hour later, walking the short distance to my work. If my boss didn’t want me to clock on yet, I could always just converse with him. He always liked to know how I was doing.

“Annyeong Youngjae!” I was instantly greeted as I stepped through the door. “You are a bit early.” I gave him a small smile, before writing on my board. I had drilled little holds at the top right and left corner to tie a string on it so it could hang from my neck.

“Annyeong Himchan hyung! I’m sorry, I can wait until you need me.” He smiled and shook his head.

“No it’s ok. Go ahead and clock on. I may have some things for you to do.” I wrote a quick thank you, before signing in and following Himchan around.

I had actually met Himchan, before I found this place. We went to the same school and were in vocal together. I know it sounds weird for me to take vocal classes when I didn’t talk or sing, but it was nice to listen to the voices that I wished I could join. That was my life right now, wishing on stupid things.

Before I knew it, it was time to close the store. I felt sad, because I’d have to go home to my empty apartment with barely any food. I walked over to the computer and clocked out, before searching for Himchan. I found him in his office, finishing up some paperwork. Even though the door was opened, I lightly tapped on it.

“Oh Youngjae, I didn’t see you there. Is everything ready to lock up?” He looked up at me with a smile. I nodded and gestured for him to leave with me. “Oh you go ahead Youngjae. I still have a few things to take care of. Have a nice night, arraso? I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stood there for a few more seconds, before turning and leaving. I walked the short path from the store to my apartment in less than ten minutes. During the walk, I couldn’t help but feel jealous at all the couples and normal people walking about. Normal. What was that? Certainly not Yoo Youngjae.

Nope… Not Yoo Youngjae at all…

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Hey guys! Here’s a little insight from our other main character in the story. I know it’s not much, but there will be more later on! Please vote, comment, and fan! I want to know what you guys really think of this. Youngjae on the side