Chapter 1

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     It starts with a young boy of 16 laying in bed curled up with a black stuffed bunny. He wakes up to his alarm blaring. He groans and rolls to turn it off. Sleepily he gets up and rubs his eyes. He walks over to his closet and pulls out an oversized, yellow, long sleeved shirt. He grabs a pair of black skinny jeans and some tattered, black, converse shoes. He put everything on and walked down the stairs. He goes into the living room and grabs an old guitar and leaves the house. He walks to the river by his house and sits down. He starts to play the guitar and sing along. He sings a song called Pieces by Bry. people would walk by and give him money, sometimes stopping to listen longer. By the time he finished he had raised about 12000 won. He got up and thanked those people who had stayed and given him money. He bowed and waved goodbye as he walked away. As he got back home and opened the door he saw that the two adults of the house had finally woken up. When the door opened they looked over.
     "Annyeonghaseyo." he says and bows slightly. He stays looking at the floor as he goes to put the guitar back.
     "Where were you? Playing again?" his step-mother questions. Suddenly the money he had raised was grabbed and pulled from his hand.
     "Where'd you get this? You haven't been out begging have you?" his father yells.
     "I was going to buy breakfast." he says quietly
     "This is not your money. Nothing here is yours. Anything in this house belongs to me and MakJoon-ah" His father stated.
     "Mianhae." he said back, bowing again. Suddenly his father had slapped him.
     "Do not speak so casually."
     "Mianhae, Sir. It won't happen again, sir"
     "Now get out." his father says with his teeth clenched. He turned and left the house again. He went back and sat in the same spot he had been earlier. All he did was stare at all the people walking by. His eyes had glazed over as he tried to keep tears from falling. Suddenly a warm hand was on his shoulder. He looked up to see an older man smiling at him.
     "Hey kid. What's your name?" the man asked.
     "K-Ki HyunJi."

A/n- I hope you enjoyed the first part of my first fanfiction. I'm not very good at writing stories like this but I hope you enjoy. Word count 393

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