Empty~ Jhope x Suga

Chapter 2

           

I hear my mom barge into my room. "Oh shit." I say in my head not daring saying it out loud, not wanting to get into trouble.

Wait, I hear my mom come into my room, but why aren't my eyes open? Did I fall asleep?

My eyes snap open and I see my mother hovering over me. I quickly jump up and yelp. I take my head phones off and sit them on the desk. "What brings you to my room, Mother?" I ask, trying my best to sound calm, but all I can think about is she is going to know. She is going to read my notebook. I'm screwed.

"Why were you asleep you stupid boy?" She yells and I take a step back, afraid that she is going to hit me. Something washes over me. Confidence. I'm 19 years old. I can defend myself. I'm tired of taking this shit. She yells again. "It's five o'clock, your father and I have been waiting for you to begin dinner for at least an hour, you selfish pig!"

I stay silent.

"You heard me, now speak up!" She glares at me and then back down at my desk. "You know you were supposed to be studying instead of sleeping! I bet you weren't even studying!" She picks up my notebook and I feel my heart drop. "What is this, Yoongi?! These aren't notes? Why does this say 'new song' at the top? What have you been doing?!" She is furious now, but I'm not scared.

"I'm doing what I want to do. Not what you want me to do." I spat back at her. Not caring anymore. As the words slip from my mouth I feel great. I should have done this a long time ago.

Her eyes are wide with shock and disgust. "What did you just say to me?"

"You heard me!" I retorted mimicking her tone. "I'm sick of you and my "father!" I say putting air quotations around father. "I don't give a shit about what you think anymore. I'm done with you! I'm fed up!" Usually when I got this angry I cried. But not this time. Pure unadulterated rage coursed through my veins.

"You will not speak to me like that!" She cried out in anger. She raised her hand up to smack me across the face like she used to. No, not this time.

I grabbed her wrist before it could reach my face. She tugged her arm back to free herself, but my grip was too tight. Her face held fear and shock, as I have never disobeyed her. "I will speak to you however I want. You are no mother to me!" I snarled and released her grip and yanked my notebook out of her other hand. "I'm not your son either, from now on you won't be seeing me." I threw my notebook on my bed and grabbed a duffle bag from my closet and began sloppily throwing clothes into the bag. Out of anger and to make her uncomfortable, since I wasn't doing it "perfectly."

"Fine! You were nothing but a burden anyways! I'll look the other way when I see you out on the streets begging for money!" She hissed at me. I rose up from my squatting position on the floor.

"And I'll look the other way when you call me because you and Dad can't do shit for yourselves!" I pointed at her angrily and resumed packing the small amount of clothes that I did have. I threw my headphones and my notebook in with my clothes and grabbed my phone before pulling on my trainers. I stormed out of my room making sure to brush shoulders with her, knocking her slightly off balance. I shot a furious glare at my father sitting on the couch, spectating. I gave him my middle finger and was just about to walk out of the front door. When she called out to me once more.

"It be better if you were dead!" She shouted from my bedroom.

"I agree!" I yelled louder and swung the door open, slamming it shut as hard as I could, making my hand vibrate.

I began running. To no place in particular. I just needed to run from my thoughts. Something for my mind to concentrate on.  My brain became foggy as I continued to run, my legs burning.

I finally stopped. I was out of breath. I bent over, hands on my knees and took gasping breaths. I hadn't run like this since junior high.

Once my breathing was normal again, and my lungs weren't on fire, I looked up to see where I was. It was a shopping street. It didn't look familiar, meaning I was somewhat far from home. Luckily. I spotted a small café not too far and began walking towards it, my throat screaming for something to soothe it. I hitched my bag back on my shoulder and walked in.

The bell chimed and the smell of tea and coffee wafted into my nose. I didn't realize how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten in a few days as a "consequence."

I lead myself to a back booth and sat down, putting my bag to the side of me. I sighed and put my head into my hands. What was I going to do? I don't have very much money. I hadn't had a job in about a year. My mental health crashed, and My shoulder got hurt. I just couldn't do it. I saved up what I could though.

Once my waiter came over to me, I ordered a green tea and a bagel, trying to be as cheap as I could. She brought my meal and I thanked her and put my head phones on. The energy from the argument still ran through me. I decided to put it to use. I turned on a melody in which I had mashed together in highschool on one of the computers. It was my first song I produced using my Agustd persona. I felt the beats of the music go down my spine and I began rapping it. The song was about how I felt as Agustd.

           

Once the song finished, I let my headphones fall to my shoulders and took a bite of my bagel. I wiped my mouth, and oddly felt someone staring at me. I looked to the right of me and there was a boy sitting there, looking at me as if I was god or something. I quickly adverted my gaze back to my drink. He heard me.

I was almost nervous for a second and then reassured myself. Who cares if he did?