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SG:" I'm happy to see you too, my friend!", he said in a slightly insulted tone, as he realized that the boy was irritable.

SG: " Did something happen to you. What's wrong?"

His old friend knew him so well by now . Yoongi was only shaking his head at him,  showing he is full of things.

S: " Oh nothing. I'm fine. Everything is at his best." Yoongi is being sarcastic and the old man noticed his tiredness in his voice.
He always used to sniff his nose and frown his forehead as he would get angry.

SG: " Look here..." he was pointing at something that he finally hung to the ceiling.

S:" A punchbag? For me? Why?"
SG:" You're welcome!" He pressed Yoongi some black boxing gloves into his hands and looked at him with a asuring eyes.
SG:" My boy," he petted his head, and looked him into his eyes with sincerity
" I know it's not easy for you. But you'll make it. I know. I believe in you."

Yoongi looked into his eyes and teared up. He nodded at the old man and lowered his head. He always knew what to say to make him feel good.

SG:" I bought this for you so you can let all your frustration out.
You won't harm anyone if you will let it all out on this punching bag.
Doesn't it sound much better like this?
You are a hothead. I know you endure but not long.
So everytime you feel down or if you feel like beating someone up....go ahead.
Come down and do it on this new friend over here!"

Y:" Thank you. I needed this right now."
SG: " Whatever you need just name it. I'll take care of it."

Yoongi spend the night in his room  telling the old man about everything.
Alice treating him humiliatingly, Ara being distant, the helpful chefs Dong-Woo and Hae-Il treating him like trash.
The lady that washes the bedclothes of the rooms Jang-Mi  starring at him and talking behind his back with the hotelmanager.. Some trying to talk to him but held back by Ara.

The Hotelmanager Ji-Seok- nim watching over him being afraid like he would steal something or smuggling drugs or whatever his imaginary brain let him think of Yoongi. The cleaning lady also being afraid of him.

He was full of it all.
It hurts to hear words that describe a certain cliche the people try to push you into. Even if it's not true.
But people only believe what they want to believe. They don't have room in their hearts for the truth. The old man assured Yoongi that better times were to come.
He knew...Yoongi would need only one friend.
One ....

The next morning Yoongi woke up and got dressed. He went to one of the hotel rooms to check on them.
After a while he heard a woman crying. A familiar voice caught his attention.

He got out of the bathroom he was working in and saw the door flying open. A crying Ara stood like frozen in the entrance of the room tears overflowing and sobbing...
Trying to approach Yoongi ...

He Just stood there in a state of shock.

She hugged him...

Just like that she took Yoongi into her arms and cried like crazy.
She were not to stop and Yoongi started to worry.

S:" What's wrong miss Ara. What happens? Did someone hurt you?"

He asked her looking at her with big eyes.

A:" Oh my son," her voice cracked, "jeongmal mianhae(I am so sorry)
I'm sorry for how I  treated you..
I'm Sorry for ignoring you....
I treated you very bad.
I thought you were just a wastrel, just because of you past I refused to treat you like a human being.  I refused to know about your background.
I was only focused on you being a prisoner.

I'm sincerely sorry."

She continued hugging him and didn't stop apologizing.

He was embarrassed hearing a woman at her age crying at his chest and begging for forgiveness.

Y:" It's Okay. Stop crying... sssshhhhhh...its okay!" Yoongi trying to comfort her.

She was as old as Seung-Gi. He never held grudges against elders out of respect.
He forgave her and hugged her back. He was happy...knowing she would give him a chance....that she would treat him better... Like him better....be his friend.

Ara would treat Yoongi like a son. Her son.
After she heard from her friend Seung-Gi about Yoongi's past, she was regretting her thoughts and words about him.

She would smile at him, laugh with him, talk and sit with him during lunchtime.
She would be defending him no matter who she would hear badmouthing about him. She knew about him now and she accepted.  That's what matters now to her...

His happiness.