Changes // A V Fanfiction

6 // Home

~Kim Taehyung's POV~

I stood at the door step of my home. I quickly did the best I could to wipe away my tears before opening the door. If my parents find out I've been crying, I will never hear the end of it. I went straight to my room and put my backpack on the floor. 

"Taehyung!!" I heard my Appa's voice shout for me, I groaned and ran my fingers through my purple dyed hair and came out of my room, and walked into the living room. Bottles were everywhere, with ash trays on almost every surface. Appa took another swig out of a bottle as Eomma lowered the cigarette from her lips and blew smoke in the opposite direction.

"You have the money?" Appa asked me, I nodded and handed him a white envelope, he opened it up and looked at my paycheck. 

"Finally, you're useful," he mumbled, but it was just enough for me to hear. I hate being here. I hate this place. Mi-Hi's place was so clean... and colorful. 

"You'll have to work my overtime, by the way- we're running low on alchohol!" Appa told me, like it was the most important thing in the world for him to have more booze to drink, I sighed. 

"Okay..." 

"Oh! Don't forget the cigs!" Eomma shouted after me, "We're gonna have company next week, remember to stay out of the house, til morning!" I have no where else to go. I guess I'll just sleep in the big tree in the park, like I always do. 

"You can go now!" Appa said,  and I walked back to my room. I took out a shoebox from under my bed.

I need this...

I opened the lid, revealing a blade with some stained blood on it.

I really need this...

I took it out and cut into my forearm. Blood came out of it and I sighed in pleasure. 

Pain is the only thing that welcomes me. I cut again above the previous cut and closed my eyes. I though about my terrible life until now, and the pain lessened for a little. But my mind wandered over to Mi-Hi. I remembered how we met today, and how she took care of me after Sehun left me unconscious on the side walk- and it hurt.

She made me feel happiness for once. She... she cared about me. 

I began to feel less accepted and pleased... but more ashamed and guilty. I went to the bathroom and washed away the blood, treating it, and covering it with a gauze. 

One day, I'll get out of here.

. . .