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"The people i care about leave me, thats why im just better off being alone"
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Yoongi POV
"Y-yoongi.. " She called out for me as i immediately stop my sobs frm coming out, i took heavy breathes until i finally face her, eyes swollen and red
"A-are you ok?... " She stuttered out more, not knowing what to do, i gave her a small reassuring smile, in which she returns with a frown
"I know the difference between a true and fake smile... " She says, i stared at her as my smile slowly faltered. I took her hand and led us to the car as we sat down in silence, i stared at the wheel not knowing what i should do. Ive shouted out too much infront of her today and i dont know how to explain it.
"I-its complicated" i stuttered out as my head has gone dizzy from all the deep thinking, i massage my forehead as i felt her dull peircing gaze on my side profile
"Its okay if you dont want to tlak about it-"
"No... I want to"
FLASHBACK
YOONGI POV
15 years old
"But Dad!... "
"I TOLD YOU I DONT FUCKING CARE" my dad screams at the top of his lungs infront of me whilst gripping my collar, while my beloved mother watches with a glass of wine on her hand, occasionaly sipping on it
I stare at my father with scared eyes as my mouth forms a straight line, this always happens but, i cant seem to get use to it. Cant get used to staring at my fathers furious gaze, cant get used of hearing his cold icy and dark menacing shouts at me
This has been happening for 5 years. And i cant get used it. This all started because of me wanting to produce music for a living. But my father opposed, he wanted me to be the succesor and CEO of the company. But i never wanted to, it was boring as crapive
I huffed as i pushed my 'father' away as i felt tears brimming at my eyes
"Why cant you just atleast act like you care? " i finally shouted back as his cold glare gone colder. I hissed as i walk away to my room slamming the door. I immediately threw myself on the bed and curled myself in a ball as i sobbed
After a few hours of sobbing, ive thought of a ridiculous idea, but it might help me in some way to do what i want
I ran to my closet to take all my clothes and important objects scattered in my room and threw it in my backpack
As i went out of the door, everything seemed, empty.
Quiet...
I walk around the hallway with my backpack hung on my left arm
"Mom?" I called out, not receiving an answer
"Dad?" I called out again, soon someone answered, but it wasnt my parents
"Mr.Min"i heard a silent voice come out of the darkness showing a maid who looked flustered and frustrated
I raised a brow
"M-Mr and Mrs.Min... They're leaving the country with everything packed... " the maid says as my backpack hung loose and eventually fell on the floor
"W-what" were the only words i could stutter out as i stare at the wall with terror and sadness
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