Tighten Grip | YoonMin FF

Met This Kid

Yoongi was dismissed late by his teacher because of helping her on some task. Didn't realize that it is nearly six and he's sure his father will scold him for coming home late.

"Lack of fit with the predatory pricing doctrine being generalized. Horizontal conspiracies, extramarket activities, and tor... Tor.. Tortiary? Tor... Tortilla? Tortoise? Tortio-Tor... Ugh!" He became frustrated about his topic that will be reported tomorrow in the class. He surrendered and descended down the first floor of the building.

He walked through the empty hallway when he saw a can of cola blocking his way, he kicked it off, doesn't care if he will startle someone around. Well, unfortunately, he really startled someone.

He saw a guy at the side hallway he's standing into. The guy, with the same height as his, is infront of a big mirror pinned on the wall, saw the bag fell because of what Yoongi did.

"It's nearly six and you still got the time to face infront of the mirror this late? Won't you do that in your house?" He asked the guy. The stranger's chubby cheeks caught Yoongi's attention. And his eyes, like a diamond, not literally, but it's so captivating and tempting like a real diamond is.

"S-sorry, I'm actually going to leave the school right now but I went by this mirror so I took a look on myself." the guy asked. Yoongi said 'whatever' in the back of his mind and started to walk.

"H-hey, wait! are you also going out now?"

"No, I'm staying here and spend the night at the janitor's room." Yoongi asked sarcastingly. Too obvious, the night's going deeper and no such student will stay here and sleep until the morning bites.

"You live here? Are you the school's janitor?" The guy asked like a curious kid but at the same time, stupid.

"Of course not! I have a home, you brat."

Yes, I have a home, but it feels like it's not.

Yoongi walked through the school gate and the guy followed behind him.

"You're a senior, right?" The guy suddenly asked after they got out of the campus.

"Why are you being so curious, kid?" Yoongi will soon be pissed by this guy.

"Nothing, because I'm a sophomore. So I guess we can see each other around sometimes?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I'm a busy one, so I don't guess if we can."

"It's fine though. So I'm gonna get going. See you again sunbae-nim!" The sophomore bid goodbye to him while smiling widely and the eyes too, sparkling.

"Hey, what's your name, kid?"

"Jimin. I'm Park Jimin."

"Well, see you, Jimin." Yoongi put his hands inside his pockets and around, parted ways with Jimin to go home.

Yoongi thinks of him while walking back home, not realizing that it's twenty minutes past six already and his father's blood is definitely boiling right now. Boiling point? 100°C? I'm sure it's 200°C though.

He walked on the street bound home when he saw a hiring sign at a 24-hour convenience store at the 7th Avenue. He entered the said store and approached the cashier on duty.

"Miss, are you hiring another cashier here in the store?"

"Yes, we are in need for a cashier from 6 to 10pm. You know I duty from 1pm until 5. The cashier on this hour resigned for a personal reason," she shrugged, "So I'm taking incharge for another hours and it's so tiring," she squished her eyes because of sleepiness, "Hope there will apply for this job. You know anyone?"

He scratched his nape, "Actually I'm planning to apply here... As cashier... So, how can I apply for this job?"

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"It's already 8, Yoongi. What made you come home late?"

"I finished some paperworks in school that my professor gave me." Yoongi walked directly into his room and wore off his shoes before placing it under his bed.

He jumped in surprise when his father slammed his door open, brutally that the doorknob has been deleted from the door where it's plugging in.

"I told you, curfew is curfew! Why don't you put it on your stupid brain!"

"I'm not a kid anymore! Don't give a shit one me if you want! I would be grateful though, I can manage on my own and you can't stop me!"

His father threw him a chair that is near them. Yoongi was grazed hard on the forehead but he didn't care. He's way too dumb to feel the pain. He even wished that his father will hit him harder on the head and he will lost his memory, or even die.

"I'm your father, follow what I command!"

"That's stupid! I'm not a puppet, nor a robot! You're stupid! Stupid!" Noise and displeasure is around their house, the night's too deep, but they both don't care if they will disturb their sleeping neighbors. Angry is angry, quarrel is quarrel, they don't have time to lower their voice because they can't control their temper anymore.

"You can call everyone stupid, but not me! Watch your words!"

Yoongi laughed disgustingly, "This is what I have learned from you. I'm already tired of this life!" He went pass by him towards the door when the superior caught his arms and grabbed it tightly, that's when he recieved a painful punch from his father. He bent down his head and saw blood. Blood coming from his forehead, and from his mouth. He turned around quickly and ran away from home.

If only I have a perfect family...

But it will never become true. It's too late. Very, very late.

Where are you mama? Why aren't you beside me?

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