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Jungkook POV(1st person)
I was on my way home from the dance centre, by myself. Today was such a good day, I can't wait to go home and tell Yoongi hyung about the dance class. Maybe he could join us as well.Well it was all good,except for when that girl was being mean to me. Maybe she was just having a bad day. Yea,maybe she's actually a super nice person in real life. But I didn't like the way she was looking at Tae. I don't know why...
But I just don't like it when she looks at Tae.
It's not nice...
I was bumped out of my thought's when I felt something hard bash into my forehead. And then I realised I had just face planted into my houses front door.
"Owie," I rubbed my head in pain as I stepped inside. When I breathed in, I pinched my nose at the disgusting smell of smoke. Why do people even smoke anyway? I'll never smoke in my whole life.You know why?Because smoking is bad, and I'm a good boy :)
The smell of smoke was a signal that my dad was probably already home so I slowly went up the stairs (making sure he wouldn't shout about me being to loud). Each step I took of he stairs the more I realised that there were new dents in them as well as a few drops of red liquid dripping off the side.
He hurt Yoonie again. Why does he always do this to him?
Why does my dad hate hyung so much that he has to beat him up like this..?
My happy mood was replaced with worry as I watched the liquid seep into the wooden stairs and I could already hear the muffled cries coming out of Yoongi's room. What worried me more was when I heard a yelp of pain followed by silence. So I did what any little brother would do and I opened the door even though it was a total invasion of his privacy. But I just had to, I had a feeling that something really bad was happening behind that door.
What I saw in front of me made me shiver in fear and raise my hand up to my mouth.
"Y-yoonie...What d-did you d-do?"
He was holding a blade with one hand while blood poured out of a cut he made in his arm. He dropped the shiny piece of metal into the pool of blood below him and just stared with his mouth open, probably thinking of an excuse for what he was doing. I walked to his side of the room.
What is he doing? Why did he cut himself on purpose,doesn't it hurt?
When I let go from the hug I could see that his eyes were swollen and red.
"What happened hyung?"
He didn't answer. Instead he just lowered his head down facing his feet, avoiding all possible eye contact with me. I lifted his head up with my index finger and when our eyes met I saw something different in them. Fear. As well as the fear, I spotted a scarily big scar on his forehead,just above his eyebrow.
This was the first time that I had seen him this scared and it made anxious just by looking at him. Or maybe, he was always hiding his fear and he wasn't that big,tough badboy everyone at school claimed him to be. He always kept a straight face when my dad would beat him but maybe on the inside he was secretly terrified.
And maybe I never realised. I would just watch and cry...like a baby
Maybe I am a baby
"He did it again,didn't he?"
Yoongi opened his mouth to speak but when no words managed to come out he closed his mouth and slowly nodded. I decided not to ask about what I saw him doing even though I didn't understand why on earth he would want to hurt himself. He hasn't got a single flaw in my eyes.
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