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Jimin's POV

I set the table with the last dish and wipe my hands on my clothes.

"Breakfast is ready!" Calling out to my asleep family.

One by one they walked down but Jonghyun was gone again.

Father plopped onto the ground as he rubs his eyes. Mother walks in with a cup of water in her hand as she also takes a seat on the ground.

"Where is your brother?" She questions while grabbing her chopsticks.

"He left early this morning" I replied before heading back into the cook room getting a cup of water for father.

"Oh come eat!" Father groggily says.

Jonghyun must be home. He's back pretty early, usually he doesn't come back until lunch time-

I stopped walking when I see who's sitting next to Jonghyun and my mother.

Mina...

They all look up at me. A small grin came from her as she stares at me.

"What are you doing there? Give them some water so that they can eat" mother scolds.

I slowly nod before handing the water to father.

Turning my attention away from the two I walk back inside the cook room.

Grabbing two more cups I pour water into both.

Of course Jonghyun would bring Mina to the house, he wanted to see my reaction.

I just don't understand why they would do that to me?! Wtf did I ever do to them?

"Jimin!" I rush out when my mother screamed.

They were all enjoying the breakfast I made.

I placed the two cups down where Jonghyun and Mina sat. Neither gave me a glance as they continued to eat.

Sighing I watch as they eat. Looks like I'll be eating only rice for breakfast again.

What's the point of me standing here waiting for them to finish. So I head downstairs into my "room"

Closing the door behind me I walked over to where my bed would be. There laid the clothes Wendy ssi gave to me a few nights ago.

I'm planning to return them to her but I haven't seen her at all these past days.

Maybe she heard the others talking about me. Yeah I wouldn't be shocked to finding her trying to avoid me. It always happens.

Why do people hate me?

My eyes watered up as I took a seat on the ground.

I mean what have I ever done to them? What have I ever done to deserve this life?

Ever since my dad married my mother my life has been like hell. Getting teased in school, getting hated by adults even my own teachers disliked me.

But I mean that's why I dropped out. Who could live a life like that?

Me obviously I've been living like this for seven years now but still...no one understands me.

Sometimes I don't even understand myself.

Enough with the emo thoughts.

I turned to my small bag in the corner. Grabbing it I slowly pull out a picture of my mother.

"Eomma" I couldn't help but let out my tears as I look at her smile. I could hear her voice as she would sing me to sleep.

Rocking me back and forward as she sings a song her mother used to sing to her.