Master?! - A Yoonseok Fanfic

Getting Out of This Dump

After finishing packing my small amount of clothing, I go down to the kitchen and see the usual scenery. Empty beer bottles were scattered all over the rug, my stepdad laying, apparently oblivious, on the beaten-down sofa. Take-out food was thrown all over along with empty cigarette boxes, making the stench unbearable. Everytime I see this sight, it makes me want to leave this garbage. I wonder why I haven't left yet. I quickly walk towards the front door wanting to leave as soon as possible, but a harsh grip lands on my wrist, forcing me to stop. I immediately knew who it was. He was the number one reason to why I wanted to leave.

"Where are you going, huh?" My brother yelled at me with hatred in his eyes.

"I-I'm leaving for a competition..." I mutter, hating myself for stuttering as he let go of my wrist, and hide the now dark purple bruise.

"Whatever, leave. Even though you'll probably regret going, since you're so useless," he said, blowing the stench of cigarette on my face.

I wanted to punch him so bad, but instead I just left. I should have gone with mom, but dancing is what I live for so I have to stay. Waiting for rude guy to arrive, I stood at the entrance of our, well my stepdad's, apartment. I clutched my bag as I heard a bang come from inside. It was soon followed by laughter and my stepbrother's voice saying "He's not going to need that anymore since he won't be coming back". It sounds like they made a mess out of my room. Well, like my stepbrother said, it's not like I'm coming back. That's when I decided; I won't ever take a step back into this "home".

After what seemed like forever, rude guy arrives in a black truck that he probably stole from someone.

"Hey! Baby get inside....Wait, nevermind. You're probably too short for it, let me help," he says with a mocking smile on his face.

"Stop mocking my height! You're short too, boi!" I said while holding up my middle finger at him.

"Ooh, such a fiesty baby," he says with a smirk.

I get in the car and look at him with the most memacing look I could give before giving up.

I look down and mutter "Stop calling me 'baby'; it's embarrassing."

I felt the blood rise to my cheeks and I hide my face in my hand and ask "So, where are we going?"

"Some place. Be patient babe."

He starts the car and off we go to that unknown place. I wonder where he's taking us. Will it be safe? I'm not really sure, but I think I can trust this guy. The car comes to a hault and after parking the car, rude guy turns and smiles at me.

I look at him questioningly and ask "Where is this?"

His smile got even wider, making my mind drift to thoughts about the sun. His smile was as bright as that same star that kept this planet warm.... Wait, what? I really need to stop having these thoughts. We get out of the vehicle and I hear laughter in the distance.

"Let's go!" Rude guy yells excitingly and grabs my hand, making me run with him.

My eyes linger at the sight of our hands clutched together, and my heart starts pounding. Damn, it must be all this running that's making my pulse quicken.