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Chapter 10

Classes are near f u c k

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I sighed as I type in the passcode of the hotel room; thinking about how embarrassing I was when I daydreamed infront of the hotel staff. I dreamed about me ending up in a white room, filled with emptiness yet decorated with a lovely ball of sunshine that is the epitome of beauty, Park Jimin.

"Why did I even thought about him?" I said through the warm device as I talked with my bestfriend.

"M-maybe you're too fucked up." Yoongi said with a shaky voice; leading me into conclusions. Was he crying? Is he hurt? Scared? I shrugged it off, as the saying goes: 'Yoongi can handle shit.'. He surely is just weeping over something that's nonsense.

"U-uh? Yeah, g'night." I said while dropping my bag onto the floor and examined the room, my manager lent me. White walls, black details and a rosy smell coming through the scented candles that lit up the entire place.

"Goodnight, Kim Taehyung." I swear I heard a small and sad sigh before the annoying end tone starts blasting out through the speaker. Is he okay?

[Text me your address. I'll have someone deliver the ticket to you.]

I feel guilty as I read the blinding letters that are displayed on my screen. Why is he suddenly so sad? Why does he seem to be distant?

Thoughts about Yoongi crying alone in a corner of their shared apartment made my mind stop functioning for a moment.

"Shut up, Tae. You should be happy for tomorrow's event." I exclaimed with shaky eyes looking at the ceiling; that turns out to be the most appealing in my eyes for the time being.

For a good source of enlightenment, I decided to go at the balcony to inhale some polluted air and think about random things.

The wind made a conversation with my skin and my fluffly locks; making me realize how lonely I was inside the room.

"What is it like to be happy all the time?" I questioned myself as I roamed my sight to the colorful city lights and the sun trying to say his last farewell before he completely disappear through out the night.

"Maybe when the lights wouldn't be scared to shine when the atmosphere is filled with sadness, I wouldn't be this fucked up." I exhaled as my phone begun to ring inside my pocket. Sighing as I saw familiar numbers freaking out while my phone is playing Jimin's newest song.

I breathe in before sliding the green button to the right then bringing the said gadget towards my trembling ear waiting for shits to be heard.

"Is this the boy, Taehyong? Taehyung? Whatever. Is he there?" A strong voice said with a cocky tone sounding like calling me was the worst idea he ever thought.

"T-talking." Eyes aggressively shaking as tears threaten to flow remembering all those times he world was living at his small shoulders.

"Oh. Okay, send us some money before I rip your mother's throat. Haha, okay?" What for? I thought you disown me? Why the hell you're asking for money?

"What for?" I said now standing sternly while my free hand figdeting in my left pocket as I think of few possible reasons why. For alcoholic needs? Maybe for some drugs? Or worst to kill my mother with a new gun? No. Goddamn why did I even think of that.

"Your mother is not on a good conditon. She's suffer— hey, what the fuck is your illness again?" I heard some muffled voice indicating he's talking to a person other than me. Mum. "Oh yeah right, some type of liver disease."

My hand flew towards my jaw caressing it while a few salty droplets try to race against my face.

"H-how?" I don't know why I am still scared with him. His presence is miles away but his dark aura feels like centimeters close.

"Alcohol addiction." Two words but stabbed me right in my heart like a million hateful words were shouted right into my eardrum.

My mother was not this kind of woman before. But then this man full of fucks came into our lives like a boss. He's a bad influence. Very bad.

I ended the call while gripping my phone with my knuckles turning white from the hard hold.

I checked my bank account through online. I fell down on my knees while trying to calm myself.

"I am sorry, Jimin-hyung. I can't go."

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h r u?
— Zero