"His hair was tuffs of beautiful black which flowed softly in the breeze as he ran, and it was straight strands which cradled his soft cheeks of baby fat. He was barefoot, no cares in the world as he ran and crunched the leaves and there was so muc...
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"I know it's scary
But don't be wary
If we don't have that long
Let's not waste it feeling wrong"
°Y°
13 Years Old
When his last days of his middle school years were over Yoongi thought he'd be excited. Or maybe nervous to meet new kids who also moved on from the middle school to the highschool just down the road from the building he resided in from 6am to 2pm.
But he was none of these things. His heart didn't pump with excitement or nervousness. His heart hurt.
Because he didn't expect his father to cheat and he didn't expect his parents divorce and he didn't expect to move again midway through the year of 8th grade to yet another town.
The car pulled up to the new house his mother had bought, car filled to the brim with the rest of their boxes and it hurt. God did it hurt to know the last day he would be at school was the day Taehyung didn't show up. The day he didn't get to say goodbye. Again.
The one person who seemed to be there for him whenever. But it seemed he was never there when he needed him most, when his heart hurt like it did right now.
He knew his mother was in pain, he knew all too well. But it hurt to know that his father, one who raised him and told him he would love him forever did that to his mother. But now he was the man of the house, more or less at least. So his problems didn't matter now.
"We're here, you can head on inside hun" and his mother ruffled his hair and it was sweet but it reminded him that it was to comfort him. When he wasn't the one who needed comforting.
But he got up anyway and out of the car, instantly going inside to settle his stuff in his box filled room.
The walls were plain, bed boring, shelves empty. And sure it meant a new start but it meant a new start without the two other people whom he cared a lot about. Because now even sitting atop the memory foam bed he felt the world shift almost to this empty feeling just like this room. And he most likely would never be okay.
But over time the room that was once a pearl white over weeks of living in the small three bedroom home became a dark ash with posters slapped on it. The plain sheets of blue changed to a black and it seemed that the boy who was so happy and his face chubby with the warm homemade food had changed so much in a course of weeks, days, hours. Every second carving him into a new person whether he wanted the change or not.
He wasn't the same for a while. Because he never forgot Taehyung, never wanted a replacement for him. His mother was his top priority now with making her laugh, making her smile the same way she did with his father. With her husband...well... not anymore.
He was the one who woke her up for work, made her breakfast and even hugged her goodbye. He was there when she needed a hand, a shoulder, someone to talk to and smiled warmly when that woman whom he loved so much told him "All I'll never need is you"
But it still hurt. He still hurt and maybe that was hard to admit. But in the end it didn't matter.
