Chapter 3

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{Jin}
When I got to school the next morning, I saw that everyone was looking at me with pity, this is the first time someone looks at me like that and I don't like it. I quickly looked down and threw my hoodie above my head and after that I heard atwo girls talking.

"Is it true that they will expel Rap Monster? I heard he beat up that pretty guy, I also heard that police are coming over and if that the pretty boy accuses him, he could go to jail or will be punished into community service!"

"Omo! That's too bad, I mean... I bet his father would be so mad at him, I think he would kick him out of the house."

My eyes widened at the thought of Namjoon being kicked out of his house and having nowhere else to go, I do  hate the boy but having his parents not caring about him and technically living alone, he knew how does it feel very well.

"Seokjin, please come to my office." The principal called me.

When I got to the office there were police officers, one teacher which I think it was the one who witnessed everything and didn't do shit to stop him, and there was also Namjoon's parents and him.

"We've been interrogating the young boy over here to say the truth but it seems like he doesn't want to talk, so we need you to tell us what exactly happened." One of the officers said.

It was time for me to be free, I knew that the gang Namjoon was the leader of wouldn't even look at me if he's not around, I felt relieved but when I remembered the punishment he would have to go through with his parents he changed his mind.

"What happened was tha- umm I..." I looked over Namjoon who wasn't even looking at me right now.

"The teacher is lying, he did nothing to me it was another gang that doesn't belong to this school who did this to me." I said sweat forming on my forehead and hand when he realized the mistake I just made, I hated myself so much right now for defending Namjoon.

When they got out of the office Namjoon's parents came up to me and said:
"Eventhough many things happened in the past , I'm glad you didn't turned out to be like your father." He smiled kindly at me  and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Past? Does he know my father? I wonder how." I thought.

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It was PE, and Jin was waiting outside for everyone to finish changing their clothes, he hated the thought of people seeing his body because he had so many scars and bruises, all made by one person who he was really afraid of.

He was on his locker changing his pants when he saw someone entering the room, it was Namjoon, the last person he wanted to see right now. He ignored him, when he was about to take off his shirt he felt a presence behind him breathing really near to his neck which made him shiver from fear, what he didn't expect were the words that came from the guys mouth.

"Thank you." He said and left the room immediately.

Jin left a sigh of relieve, he thought he would get another panic attack.

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He was already home and surprisingly he saw his parent's car there, when he was about to open the door he heard his parents talking.

"Jin's not home?" Her mother said.

"No and I wish he never does." His father said laying on the sofa.

"I know how you feel honey, should we buy him an apartment so he doesn't get on our way?" Her mother said trying to act cute in front of his retarded... I mean father.

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Jin ran as if someone was following him ready to kill him, his tears were flowing like waterfalls from his eyes and for the first time in many years, he felt horribly mad, at his parents, at Namjoon, and specially at life for giving him a fucked up one, he didn't remembered his childhood and he suffers from freaking SAD.

While he was running he didn't noticed he was passing a stoplight, all he knew about was seeing a car coming his way and being grabbed by someone while the two of them fell down, and he blacked out.

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Hello!!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, at least Namjoon said thank you right? He's progressing xD.


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