Another Opening, Another Show (bts, exo & got7 fanfic)

Chapter 1: the backstory & the present

Go Yangi pov
"Hey Gigi." I heard as the bell on the front door rang.
Gigi is my nickname. I mean to say Go Yangi wasted so much time and many people in America couldn't pronounce it right. I still hate that my parents decided to name me cat.They're Korean however I was born in New York where I previously stay.

God I miss them. It's been 10 years since they passed. I was only 8 when they died in a car accident. I've somehow managed to bounced back and forth between foster homes while growing up.

However I will admit that the current one I am staying at is the worst yet. When I had first arrived the couple were very nice to me but once the wife got sick and died the husband blamed me for her death. It is hard to go home and constantly get beaten by him. He is a monster. A year back when I didn't have any works he refused to feed me.
Ugh the memories. I felt annoyed just thinking about everything.

I am 17 now and I want to escape. But by law you have to be at least 18 to be emancipated. Just one more month.But it is one last month to make cash and save up.
I dream of moving to South Korea to reconnect with my culture.
But at least not every thing is terrible. I still have dance and my best friend Leah. She is also Korean. Maybe that's why we have a strong friendship.

"Gigi? Hello?! Are you spacing out again?" I heard my friend Leah say as she waved her hand in front of my face.

"Sorry, I'm just tired"

"Gosh, how long has it been since you last slept? Come to my house at nights and get some sleep"

"Yes sir" I laughed. Leah was the only one who knew my situation. She also knew I would do anything in order to keep myself from going home like picking up night shifts.

As soon i got off from my shift at the gas station I got a call from my foster father. He has noticed I have been avoiding going home and I must go tonight." Today must not be my day" I mutter to myself.

Right as I open the front door, I am greeted by a swinging bat to my left arm.
"Who gave you the right to stay out all night and get a job?!" My foster father yelled

"I'm sorry." I push out as he continuously punches and kicks me.

I hate this is all I could think of in that moment. But I refuse to cry. To let him win. Just a month. Four weeks....I can do this.

The next thing I know everything goes black.

To be continued...

Author: why do i feel like this is bad so far arghfhfgghfrstctugv
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