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ong ong: hey.

me: hey.

ong ong: i feel as if you're in a bad mood.

me: how did you know?

*sighs*

ong ong: i feel as if you're sighing rn.

me: are u stalking me?

ong ong: yeah, you look like a pretty good corn to stalk;)

me: omg.

ong ong: so what happened?

me: dad...

ong ong: srry. idk what to do rn, but you'll be fine.

i'll be fine. i'll be fine? really? then why is my insides and outsides bruised?

me: yea, i guess:)

ong ong: why don't you run away?

i don't answer.

ong ong: do you need someone to hug?

yes, i am desperate!

me: i'm fine, i don't wanna meet you just yet.

ong ong: i wanna meet u now thoooough.

i swear i can feel his aegyo through my phone screen. i smile.

me: me too, but the timing isn't perfect rn. i'm srry.

me: wait, my dad's coming!

* * *

"who are you texting?!" my dad yells, not making me jump, already used to his shouts.

"just a friend," i replied with a robotic voice.

"is it a boy? are you gonna become like your mom? a slut? a whore," he brings up my mom again, the scent of alcohol reeks from his mouth.

"my mom loved you! she would never cheat on you! you were the one who was in the wrong, not her!" i stood up to his height, finally breaking apart.

"shut up, bitch," my dad slapped me across the face. i fell on the hardwood floor. my dad kicked me hard on the stomach which knocked the wind out of me. i gasped for air, holding my stomach in place.

"you're just like your mother," he spits, leaving me on the living room floor, cold. i cough.

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me: can u help me runaway? i've had enough with my dad's shit.

ong ong: where do u want to meet?

me: anywhere but here.

ong ong: i'll come get u tonight.

me: ok.

me: thank you.

ong ong: anytime.

*          *          *

it was 3 in the morning, and the snow had piled up. i heard my phone ring.

"yeoboseyo," i answer.

"it's seongwoo. meet me outside, grab all of your things."

"okay," i reply.

i grab my suitcase full of my things. my money, clothes, pictures, and my neck pillow. it's a really good neck pillow. i put on my coat and turn off the lights in my room. i slowly walk down the stairs, hoping i don't wake my dad up. i slowly open the door, and head outside. the wind blew.

"y/n?"

"seongwoo?"

i see seongwoo head towards me, he looks even better in real life, no longer finding the need of skype.

"are you alright," he asks, holding my wrists.

"i'm fine," i smile.

"come here," he hugs me, i start crying, clearly not fine as i had said.

"as of now, you'll live with me until we settle things, okay?"

i nod.

"thanks."

"your dad won't be hurting you anymore," he assures.

i just nod.

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part 2 is coming

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