Unsung Melodies | ♡ Completed ♡

Chapter Thirty Two

“Before playing and teaching me a piece, I’ve got a question.” I said.

I really did have some doubts to be cleared off.

“Your parents... where are they?”

Yoongi ruminated for a moment.

“They are in Ulsan now. My hyung is attending the Ulsan University. He is a law undergraduate there. They went with him and I am managing my affairs... by myself.”

“Didn’t they even come by after you were hospitalised Oppa?”

Yoongi smirked.

“Why would they come Krissy? They have made it clear to me that I was a mistake of theirs. Living like that, feeling your parents don't love you is so horrible. I was just nothing but a mere mistake to them.”

“That is terrible to imagine. I am sorry Yoongi... I shouldn't have had asked that.”

“They are actually owners of a business firm there in Ulsan. My family is quite well off, but money doesn’t matter to me in a family. What matters is love.”

I nodded. My family was not well off, yet I had a mom and a sister to love me no matter how hard life was. I could see that Yoongi was trembling, as if ... he were about to cry.

“I have time Yoongi, spill the beans if you like. Everything about you screams that you are under depression. After all... you ...”

“... yeah tried to suicide.” Yoongi added.

Yoongi folded his arms on his chest and began.

“I was sent to this middle school because my parents actually wanted to open a business here in Seoul. I did not want to come here. There were times that I tried to run away from school, but I always got caught by my father. What followed after the capture, were lashes across my back. I wore sweaters to school to hide the swollen limbs. They were always ... always concerned about hyung. Whatever the best was given to him and I was treated like a step-son; a mistake.”

Tears were welling up in his eyes.

No Yoongi... you weren't a mistake.

"I got into a bad clique of friends here and formed a gang. I got into fights, smoked and I was gradually ruining myself. When I lost you too, there was practically nothing for me to live for. None actually cares for a kid burdened with tons of depression and insecurities. I was underage, yet I drank. I wanted to kill myself as soon as possible.

Namjoon found me one day in last December, lying on the pavement after a fight at a bar. I was cut and bruised badly and he took care of me, as a real brother would. He counselled me and tried his best to make me give up my drinking habits and become a better man.

It is not easy for one to overcome depression when you have been gnawed by that silent monster for a continued period of time. I cut my wrists because there was nothing else I could do. I was helpless. I could always talk to Namjoon, but he cannot always be there for me to help me. Even his friends have called me a bad influence on him. At times, you just need someone who understands you to talk with, to share life. I was such a sinner that I had to undergo the ill treatment and all the hardships I faced at school by myself without being able to talk with anyone.

There was you finally. When Namjoon broke the news that you were to come here again, I thought that I would have a chance at happiness again. But there was you, repulsing me at each and every turn at first. I was so hurt when I felt that you abhorred me so much; I felt that I should just take my life for good. That is why I drank bleach that day. I am not blaming you Kristene. I had treated you so bad in past though it was not intentional. Quite by chance, you happened to save me.

It was not trying to use you to be happy or something like that. You made me happy. You didn’t even try. Being actually happy after a long drought was like a welcome drizzle to me. I don’t know how to explain this to you, yet I loved you so much that I started loving myself once again when I began to feel that you didn’t hate me as much as you did back then. You know, in school, in town, I am Min Yoongi – the boy with a spiteful temper. I couldn’t let anyone to see how broken and bruised I was. Acting tough and rude became a necessity.

Even now, you are next to me, listening to my story without judging me. Now I love myself again, there are things in life to be happy about now. I plan on future savings, study a lot and even plan how to surprise you and get a cross salty comment from you. Basketball makes me happy, music makes me happy. You make me happy. I don’t blame anyone for the life I live now. I can work on making myself better.
Life is worth living. I won’t try to leave this world again.”

Yoongi stopped his narration and smiled at me once again. Little trickles of tears flowed down his cheeks.

It had been hard on him.

It had been hard on me.

It had been hard on both of us.

But now, we had each other.

We would make each other better.

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A/N:

Aigooo .... vacation is over. I might get late to update, but expect a weekly update.

Don't leave because I'm not updating everyday.

You Never Walk Alone.

I hope I won't walk alone too.

Love you all. 😘😘😘