『ten;』

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he took the bus home, keeping earphones in his pocket. he looked at the people standing and sitting in the bus, they all looked stressed out, one woman smiled, she held a bouquet in her hands, looking out of the window. he looked at the ground not thinking anything, mind blank. he felt like a burden, like a plank you need to hold up which is already old, like a piece of clothing which price's too high. too much costs for too less quality.

9:00PM;

the bus arrived at the station which was the nearest at his home, he walked home and a car fell into his eyes; it was his fathers' car. "shit", he breathed out. he had to go into his apartment now, his father saw him from the other side of the window. the lights in the dining room were on, his father was probably sitting in there too. taehyung didn't like the taste of his father sitting in the dining room.

he opened the door to his apartment, already feeling the threatening presence of his father. "come here", taehyung listened and went into the dining room.

"i and your mother decided that we won't give you money anymore, which means that you have to pay rent from the next month on, and also that your mother won't make you food anymore", it was a shock.

"but i don't have enough money i'm working part time in a supermarket", taehyung was upset, he knew that he couldn't get everything done by his parents forever, but it wasn't a good moment currently,

"well, then", his father put his hand on the table, "i guess you should start working on a solution."

"how do you think i can get a new job in two weeks?", taehyung asked, getting unintentionally loud. "why do you think we should pay for all your shit?!", his father responded, even louder.

"i let you live in this apartment, without wanting any money for water, electricity or the heaters, you even moved here when there was already this huge hd tv here, you already had a fridge, a completely unused kitchen and a perfectly clean bathroom, you are not even worth living in here, you don't do anything other than sitting on your lazy ass!", taehyung swallowed, "get out", his father continued, "what?!", taehyung didn't what to say, "sleep on the street or something, i don't care, this night you won't be able to use your actually hardworking father for another night in this much too good apartment."

he couldn't say anything, he didn't know where to go and sleeping on the street didn't seem very appealing, "fine", he couldn't fight anyway, he took a very thick sweater and thick sweatpants, went into the bathroom, and showered while letting his phone charge on one hundred percent. afterward, he put a sleeping bag, and an apple into his snapback, took his fully charged phone, and some money for about two bus rides and a breakfast in a cafè. he took his keys, and went into the dining room again, saying "goodbye then" to his father.

he opened the door and didn't know what to do, he didn't know if he should go into the forest so that when people ask why he slept there, he could say that it's just 'camping', but on the other side he could sleep in a very abandoned street behind something so that nobody would find him, or he could ask jungkook if he could sleep there. even if the disgust was big, he still decided on not asking jungkook, maybe jisoo was against it or jungkook wasn't even at home himself.

taehyung went into the street where he found yujin crying once, on his way he balanced on the outer ends of the sidewalk. he found a bench soon and was very thankful that he had such thick clothing; it was a very cold night. of course, he couldn't sleep at all; who could in such a spooky place, he tried to close his eyes for a certain time, to use it as some kind of  'seconds sleep' as a replacement for actual sleep. he tried to entertain himself the night through to keep being awake.

5:56AM;

it seems like he actually fell asleep, even just for twenty minutes, he was very scared, trying to keep everything in his sight, he didn't know why but he felt so anxious, so very anxious. it was like nothing was moving and something could pop up everywhere and kill him.

so very frightened,

CHAPTER TEN; HOME

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