Second addition to the characters' inside life.
As my erratic heartbeat slowed down to a steady throb, my moist orbs connected with Yoongi's, and I found a smile pull up the corner of my lips involuntarily. Snaking gently around his veiny palms, I clasped his hands in mine, staring deeply into his tranquil eyes.
"Thank you. Thank you for making me able to hear such a warming song. I needed that so much," I whispered, grateful.
My eyes trailed down to his gums as he smiled at me.
"I should be the one thanking you, for helping me create this beautiful tune."
I squeezed his hand and let go, turning my face away from him. I got up and walked towards the door, turning the knob and glancing back behind me one last time.
"You're a nice guy, Yoongi. I'm glad Yuna made us friends," I muttered, each word coated with sincerity.
His lighthearted smile faltered a little, but he regained it quickly.
"Yeah, me too."
I gave a lopsided grin and walked out, but not before hearing another soft 'me too.'
. . .
I struggled to fish out my keys from my pocket as the books wobbled in my arms. Successfully fitting it in the lock, I twisted it and entered my house.
What I didn't expect, was my father casually lounging on the sofa, the television remote in his hand. His head snapped up with the jingle of the keys and his brown eyes narrowed.
"So, you're finally home, huh? May I ask what the hell took you so long?"
I gulped unconsciously with the dangerous tone of his question, his voice dropping octaves lower with the last word. My fingers trembled with the ache of my load, and I struggled to hold it longer as I thought of an excuse.
"I think I told you to stop playing that stupid piano? You dare to go against my order?"
"You're already such a huge disgrace to my name, what else do you need to do to prove how much of a filthy and useless creature you are?"
My eyes flew shut as I saw his hand raising up in a flash. I waited for the impact of his calloused, large hand on my cheek, but instead, heard a splitting sound, followed by harsh breathing in front of me.
I slowly cracked them open, my breath hitching with what I saw.
My mother was sprawled on the ground, her hair a tangle on her face as she covered her cheek with her quivering hand. I immediately let go of my books and dropped down beside her, hugging her to my chest protectively.
I felt anger bubble inside me and snarled at my father, who glared right back at me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
His glazed over eyes flashed, and he sneered.
"Watch your dirty little mouth, boy. She shouldn't have interfered in the matter between a father and a son. She'll learn a lesson not to stop me from hitting her dear son again," he spat menacingly.
My breaths came out ragged as my chest rose up and down harshly. I growled, about to stand up, but felt a tug pull me back down. I looked at my mother's tear stained face and sorrowful eyes, my own softening.
She gave me a scared, but firm look, slowly shaking her head from side to side.
"Don't. Please."
Her feeble whisper was enough to extinguish the fury in my heart to flickering embers, and I hugged her to myself even more tightly, kissing her head softly.
"I'm sorry, mother. I'll never let him hurt you again, I promise."
Her hands came up to land on my cheek, wiping my tears as she offered me a trembling smile.
"I know you won't, baby. You're so strong."
I stroked her hair.
"I love you, mother."
"I love you too, my son."
. . .
The first part of this series was Mark Tuan.
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